Its quiet in the Church and I
Can feel that You are here.
In fact, I cant remember when
Your presence was so near.
Alone, within these hallowed walls,
I bend my knees to You.
Sincerely Lord, I seek Your will.
Your deeds I yearn to do.
The busy world is rushing on.
But, just for now, I rest
And draw my strength from You
Who always knows what is the best.
And, quietly, in tender ways,
You plant the seeds of Love.
Within my heart comes forth the will
To do that from above.
Oh, I would stay! For, in the air
Your Spirit lingers strong!
I hold my breath and listen close,
Expecting angel songs.
But, human hands become Your own
When human heart revere.
So, Ill arise to do Your will;
Secure, because You are near.
