Lord, sometimes I feel guilty for being still.
My soul feels small and shriveled.
I need to center my mind,
my emotions, my plans on you.
Yet when I save time to be quiet before you,
and find a place to listen,
I have been too conditioned
by what I'm getting done,
instead of on what you already
Lord, this pressure to accomplish something
is felt even more in the circles
where your name is used freely.
What are you doing for the Lord,
seems to be the important question
that these are human expectations,
Lord, I am here today to enjoy you,
Would you take me into your presence
and wash away the earth from my feet,
so that I may walk into your place
without leaving dirty prints
Let me be at rest in the silence.
I bring nothing except my hunger
Sweet hour of prayer, sing it.
That calls me from a world of care,
And lifts me at the Father's throne,
makes all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare.
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.