In The Quiet Hour
by Sonya Richards I feel you in the quiet hour With only the sound of the ticking clock for company All else is silent The TV that talks and talks and talks The dishwasher and the dryer The sound of cabinet doors, opening and closing Chairs scraping Feet tapping Birds singing Cars going by All turned off and turned in for the night. The lights are low and I sit in bed with my book, My husband asleep beside me There You are You speak to me in the stillness A gentle whisper A wayward thought revealing another truth or insight To my hungry, and sometimes weary soul. I sit alone in the silence You come and I know That I am never alone And I've never been so loved And I never want to leave The safety The comfort The peace Of Your arms. I have always loved writing, more recently, have fallen madly in love with Jesus, and so I am happy to be able to join two things I love and to honor Him with the gift He so generously gave to me and to work to further His kingdom. His Word will not return to Him void. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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