Quiet
Quiet
Quiet, quiet, feel the morning breeze,
Quiet, quiet, listen to the whispering trees.
Hear the mourning dove coo upon the wire,
Let the quiet, quiet your heart inspire.
I hear the bark of a faraway dog,
Smell the dew from a fallen log.
I let fleshly feelings fall limp from me
Now I ask my God His will to speak.
And in His love and quiet and peace,
He stills my soul.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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