Thank you for the quiet times
The times when all heaven is silent
and yet your peace abides
I wonder if growth stops in quietness
Can living waters stagnate?
Does yesterday’s manna spoil?
Hunger turns into impatience
and then to emptiness
And yet your peace abides
You once spoke a word
whereby a seed was planted
Only to the sound of your voice
Do leaves and fruit unfold
But roots grow quietly
Lord, let roots grow deep and strong
into the rich brown earth of me
And give me the simple trust
of the flowers and trees
Joying in the seasons that You send