I love my quiet time with You;
Searching, listening, seeking
What You’d have me do.
It grieves my heart,
As surely it does Yours,
To see the world rush madly on;
Forgetting sunset or soft song,
Clutching burdens, hanging on
To every problem every care...
As if there were no answered prayer.
If I could make the young ones listen
For one moment, I would tell them,
“Stop! Turn it off! Cut out the noise,
The sounds that interfere
With God’s sweet voice!
God gives you peace!
His joy and love
Resound inside, around above;
Engulfing and protecting you.
Listen! Hear the steady beat of love!
One hour, only ONE a day,
To read the scriptures, listen, pray...
Would soon reveal a straight, sure path
On which you’d safely run and laugh;
No tangled mass or hidden way
Like these you grope upon today.
Grant them peace...
And somehow...speak to them...
Between the beats!