If we are not looking to look intelligent,
Nor aching to seem wise,
Nor longing for acknowledgement
For soaring enterprise,
If “plain and simple“ doesn’t scare
When seen next to our name,
And number of “likes“ on Facebook
Is not viewed as greatest gain...
Then maybe, Lord, just maybe
Your sweet Presence may seep in,
Like fog into some valley
Before the day begins,
And as we move into our day,
Before the madness starts,
We waken to a Love that fills,
Protects, enshrouds, imparts.
Nor aching to seem wise,
Nor longing for acknowledgement
For soaring enterprise,
If “plain and simple“ doesn’t scare
When seen next to our name,
And number of “likes“ on Facebook
Is not viewed as greatest gain...
Then maybe, Lord, just maybe
Your sweet Presence may seep in,
Like fog into some valley
Before the day begins,
And as we move into our day,
Before the madness starts,
We waken to a Love that fills,
Protects, enshrouds, imparts.