The Spirit is still and small and it doesn’t compete. –from the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
Let me help to gently quide
In and out your daily life
Sending comfort and love in stride
To bolster you up through all strife
Especially when the boat does rock
Never forsaking you in the stocks.
Often I find myself in places that I don’t remember straying,
Wondering just what I was saying
To myself to let me take this turn
And losing my mind as my stomach does churn.
But with a still small voice
I remember I have a choice
To follow through the darkness where it will lead
And find myself in my mind while I plead
To be found no matter how lost
And accept the payment of the cost.
I won’t give up trying
No matter how I feel like dying
And take one more step
Then another, and yet…
I was not as alone
As I had previously thought
I was always with
The One that I sought.