I've never been a fan of loud churches.
I've never got so full of the spirit that
He's made me jump out my seat or speak ancient languages.
I guess my tongue was too simple for the divinity of it all.
But there's something about the silence that calms me.
Reassures me of He who birth me is with in me
He moves inside me with no sound.
Yelling is the last thing I can think of when my eyes close.
Head bows and eyes close to welcome him to work thru me.
Wanting to never lose sight of all that He has planned for me.
It's hard to His voice among the choirs' voices but I can manage.
When God speaks it's never a yell
But a whisper.
A hand on my shoulder wishing me peace
My knees never tire of kneeling in his presence.
Patience is something you learn first in church.
I use to wait for those quiet moments.
When the congregation was at a standstill and before the priest could collect his words.
It's in that silence that He appears
In His full glory
And who would I be
If I didn't stand back and listen in awe.