Sometimes You speak, Lord,
in tongues so strange
that I must pray
for grace to obey
without understanding.

Sometimes You sing
such a lovely song
that I must laugh
at the silly tune
I thought was wisdom.

Sometimes You shout
in a voice so loud
that I must awake
and confess again
that I was sleeping.

But in this moment
when silence is Your word to me
and stillness is my prayer
I rest within a confidence
born in the quiet of Your smile:
I am beloved.

© 2001 by Paul Thigpen