I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning. —Psalm 130: 5-6
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Listen!
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Listen, listen! Come be still!
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God is speaking. Hear His will.
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All of creation holding its breath,
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Silence encompassing all life and death.
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God is near. God is here. Silence the turmoil inside.
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Holy ground, all around. Here in His presence abide.
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Listen, listen! Come be still!
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God is speaking. Hear His will.
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Stars cease their wandering, angel choirs sigh.
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Heaven stands watching. Yahweh is nigh!
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Listen, listen! Come be still!
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God is speaking. Hear His will.
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Thoughts constellating deep in your heart,
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Visions of wonderment taking their start.
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God is near. God is here. Silence the turmoil inside.
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Holy ground, all around. Here in His presence abide.
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God of all that is and is to come, help us to listen for your words. Reveal to our limited minds the thousands of ways you speak to us. Still our hearts so that in the silence we may hear the beauty of your voice. Amen.
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Betty Schroeder