In a tree on a hill, decades pass as we watch the last sunset. Together, the Spirit and I sing the eternal Word and play heaven's blues.

The Word is the true divine revelation to men. Though sometimes requiring a lifetime of patience, he has not let me down. We're blessed when we wait on God. Even if every man is false, God is true.

The creator of all things desires none to perish. He is eager for us to seek and find. We come to God through Christ alone. He's always knocking at the door.

In quiet stillness we hear and know. Our heavenly Father's hand is on us - here, now, always.

Hearken unto this, O Job:
stand still,
and consider the wondrous works of God