Inspiration comes to us when we learn to find
Those quiet sacred moments that ease our troubled mind.
At dawn before the rush begins of another care-worn day,
When we truly try to listen, when we sincerely pray.
We can strive to have a constant prayer linger in our heart
And watch out for those temptations that distract us from truth’s art
And lead us into pathways full of sorrow, pain and sin,
Yet, if we ask in these dark places, inspiration will come in.
As we climb above the ‘rat race’, inspiration helps us grow.
It’s the sacred thread that connects us to our Father’s wondrous soul.
Nature flows with inspiration, as each butterfly flows by,
We can see it in the eve, in the colors of the sky.
In the words of holy prophets, or our Lord Christ’s inspiring life,
As we meditate upon holy scriptures, we climb above all earthly strife,
And more threads entwine together between us and our holy God,
Until the thread becomes a cord and we grasp the iron rod.
Inspiration’s a spiritual muscle; the more we use it, it will grow.
We must each learn how to listen to this music for the soul.
We pray that we may listen more at work, church and play,
So our Lord’s sweet inspiration will grow stronger every day.
