We seek within those quiet times

That still, small voice Who speaks into

Confusion, doubt, and things that bind

Re-aligning noise with truth.

And holds a dream that held us close

Not ours, but His, once we can hear

Mid days of struggle, nights of hope;

And pulls us close in comfort’s sphere.

For minds interpret what eyes see

Less of what goodness impedes;

To lead and guide and help us be

More of what creation needs.

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