Here will I sit Gracious God
And contemplate the wonders
Of the earth, your Creation.
Here will I sit
And listen for your Voice
In the murmuring of the gentle breeze;
Or in the wild call
Of the wide wing-spanned
Seagull
Soaring majestically
Across your Heavens.
Here will I sit
And feel the touch of your Hand
As the grass brushes my arm
And the quivering stems
Remind me of your gentleness.
Here will I sit
Absorbed by the tenacity
Of the Rock against the onslaught
Of the sea
And know you are there
In the midst of struggle
And of danger.
Here will I sit soothed
by the gentle rhythm of the Deep;
Then, rising,
I will walk with you
Back across to where
The world waits.
Amen Hazel Parsons
Reading: Colossians 3: 12-17
SthF. 467. I need thee every hour
