God's not away on Business

I love the sound of my sweetheart's voice

She sings when she says she loves me

 

I love the sound her bare feet make

on the hardwood floor in the morning

 

Sometimes I wish we could stay here in the country

but the bills have grown higher than the weeds

and my heart's just not in it since the beginning of the spring,

when our good friends the horses had to leave

 

God's not away on business

But He's mysterious and silent as the morn

and even though these shipwrecks will happen

His help is somewhere hidden in the storm

 

I love the sound of crickets in June

They'd sing like an operatic choir

 

I love the sound of tires in the night

on the twisting lonely  334

 

Like sailors tossed upon a lonely foreign shore

we have to find a way to keep our hope

And the fear of the Lord will be our sanity and peace

And closer to His dear heart may we go

 

God's not away on business

But He's mysterious and silent as the morn

and even though these shipwrecks will happen

His hand is somewhere hidden in the storm

 

Oh my soul, why are you downcast within me

Hope in God, for He is thy help and strength!

 

wkm

Yocona, ms