His Quiet Times
His Quiet Times
With these feet of clay oh, Glorious One
I follow where Thou dost lead,
humbly and gratefully I acknowledge Your voice
wherever Thou dost beckon me.
At times, Your voice seems still
and in the quiet I await Your call,
then when You speak my name so sweetly, Lord
on my knees before You I must fall.
In interludes of quietness
I question my walk before You,
fearing I must have missed Your call and
wondering have I grieved You?
Then at my lowest point
when no more I could go on,
You appear as if from no where
but You were here all along – You “were” here.
Though You never change, Lord
Your dealing with me does,
and as I climb higher to new levels in You
I have come to find Your Greater Love.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
1994
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