Give Him just a moment of each and every day.
Seek a quiet atmosphere, listen, speak, and pray.
Too busy we’ve become, a hurried frantic pace;
No time for God and soul, caught up within the race.
His words can’t help the deaf. His light can’t help the blind.
His love can’t guide His children toward the path they yearn to find.
Give Him just a moment. Revere and meditate.
Seek a quiet atmosphere to raise and elevate.
Too busy we’ve become, hustling to and fro;
No time for God and soul, another place to go.
His words can’t help the deaf. His light can’t help the blind.
His love can’t guide His children toward the path they yearn to find.
Give Him just a moment. He gives eternity.
Seek a quiet atmosphere, simply just to be.
Too busy we’ve become, always wanting more;
No time for God and soul, forgetting all what for.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2008
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