I Must be Still

I must be still, God spoke to me today.
I felt Him in the rush of woodland sound.
I heard His voice within the stirring ground,
As spring broke forth from winter's dreary gray.
I must be still to hear my Master's word;
To see the blessing He has surely wrought,
To feel the touch of life the spring has brought,
To hear the magic song of some rare bird,
I must be still.

Today I know at last
That spring is walking all along my way.
I know the threat of winter's chilling blast
Has gone; that life is boundless, bright and gay.
I listen to the robin's joyous trill
And know that God is here.  I must be still.