He used to slip off by Himself,
To talk to God and pray.
I find as I grow older that
I, too, seek that each day.
I’m not as diligent as He,
Nor as faithful, at all,
But I have found such comfort in
Listening for His call.
Boring, without value.
For me, the time I spend with Him
Is a gift, rare and true.
The world is busy enough and
Its noise weighs down on me.
The time I spend with Him in praise
Lifts me up, sets me free.
This daily praise I write.
I need the silence it requires
To hear Him, see His Light.
Sit down, be still, and hear
The sound of His love and guidance
Whispering in your ear.
But he would withdraw to desolate places and pray.
For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing
soul I will replenish.









