What saith you, my Lord,
As I sit here at your feet
And wait with bated breath
For your loving lips to speak.

What saith you, my Lord,
To your child who loves to hear,
Your Words of affirmation
That drive out the thoughts of fear.

Your Words fall from your lips
Just like a sparkling waterfall,
That fills this needy jar of clay,
Then helps me stand so tall.

Your Words wash all the doubts away,
That try to crowd inside.
They make me see Your heart for me
As I so silently abide.

Oh, speak so sweetly my Father and Friend,
To all with an ear to hear.
We need your guidance, your care and your love,
Every minute of the day, the whole month and each year.

Nelda Johnson