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 In this Quiet Hour

 

I hear the heater running,

Taking the nip from the air.

Seven AM and still dark,

In this quiet hour.

 

I calm my soul

And look to You.

I breathe in deeply.

My inner ear listens.

 

When the world

Sounds its cacophony,

There’d be no joy, except

For Your still, small voice.

 

Because of Jesus

And what He did on the cross

And rose again,

We commune together.

All my mess and flub ups,

The wrong attitudes and actions,

And what the world thinks doesn’t matter.

Now, there’s peace in my soul.

 

 

Independent message:

 

In this quiet hour,

My inner ear listens

For Your still, small voice.

We commune together.

Now, there’s peace in my soul.