~
THE
QUIET MOMENTS
~
When
I ponder about my favorite place
Where
my soul can speak to God
I
find the prayer chamber is the place
Where
I can have communion with my Lord.
I
seek Him in the twilight of the morning
Or
after the sun has set and night has come
At
times I speak to Him when the day is bright
Or
the earth is covered
With
the beauty of the winter’s site.
His
Presence I desire
His
Love is more than enough for me
I
cherish the quiet moments
That
are spent in prayer on bended knees.
Written
by
Johanna
Stang Hobrath
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