The quiet moment arrives unbidden
when all singing and preaching is done
It happens not when no words can be found
but is bestowed by the heavens alone
As the Spirit moves across the church
feet shuffle and eyes dart in uncomfortable silence
Looking at others whose eyes are closed
and whose hands are raised without pretense
Out of synch with the body of believers I'm in
Out of touch with my very own beliefs
I sit down in sadness and look at the carpet
And soon the quiet's over; what a relief
There once was a time not so long ago
that I swam in the river and went with the flow
I would rest in the sereneness of His presence
And be refreshed in the Spirit when things grew slow
What happens to me when things grow numb?
When I go from rejoicing to inconsolably sad?
When just two weeks ago I was the spiritual one
I don't have that answer, I wish I had
I don't want to frustrate God's beautiful grace
But there's times when I'm not in control
Times when my heart's space grows dark
and there's doubt and despair in my soul
But I'll stay by the river, I'll won't run from the silence
If I remain close to the truth then I know I'll swim again
I'll hang with the body on the days that I can
And hope I survive the days with no sense
Maybe enough times in the quiet of church
Maybe enough awkward swims in God's presence
Maybe my sadness will all wash away
So in the silence I sit for the moment
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