Quiet your thoughts of the hustle of day
Still your mind from what words to pray
Seal your mouth, don't utter a sound
Words are the chains to which you are bound

Shut the windows to your soul
Nothing seen can make you whole
If you have ears to hear, let them hear
In the stillness, grace draws near

Sense the wind playing on the trees
the peaceful melody brings me to my knees
Or the beating breakers on the shore
In time with thunder's majestic roar

Or the lark who daily sings your praise
Through sun or rain, fog and haze
The Heavens pause as Creation sings
All Hail the Power of the Risen King

04/20/2003