In this moment of silent communion with Thee,
O Lord, a still small silent voice speaks in the depth
of my spirit.
It speaks to me of the things I must do to attain
holy kinship with Thee and to grow
in the likeness of Thee.
I must do my allotted task with unflagging faithfulness
even though the eye of no taskmaster is on me.
I must be gentle in the face of ingratitude
or when slander distorts my noblest motives.
I must come to the end of each day with a feeling
that I have used its gifts gratefully
and faced its trials bravely.
O Lord, help me to be ever more like Thee,
holy for Thou art holy,
Loving for Thou art love.
Speak to me, then, Lord, as I seek Thee again and again
in the stillness of meditation, until Thy bidding
shall at last become for me a hallowed discipline,
a familiar way of life.