The language of love is God’s language
Which I can only hear when I’m still
It is then God can speak to me deep within
When I can come close and discover His will.
God desires so much to talk with me
To share His love in full measure
But if I’m too busy talking to listen
I’ll miss out on this wonderful treasure.
The treasure as well of hope, joy and peace
Of resting in God’s presence too
Just giving pleasure by spending time with Him
Instead of rushing round with so much to do.
So much hard work isn’t what God requires
With no time left to spend with Him
He just longs for me to glimpse His glory
So that less important things will become dim.
