His Quiet Times With these feet of clay oh, Glorious One I follow where Thou dost lead, humbly and gratefully I acknowledge Your voice wherever Thou dost beckon me. At times, Your voice seems still and in the quiet I await Your call, then when You speak my name so sweetly, Lord on my knees before You I must fall. In interludes of quietness I question my walk before You, fearing I must have missed Your call and wondering have I grieved You? Then at my lowest point when no more I could go on, You appear as if from no where but You were here all along – You “were” here. Though You never change, Lord Your dealing with me does, and as I climb higher to new levels in You I have come to find Your Greater Love. Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings 1994