When I sit all perfectly still, Wondering if I'm in God's will, I think of all the times When His will I did not find; Then I think of all the ways That my failures can be praised; And before too long, in despair, I find myself wholly there. But when I'm busy and a' doin' All the things that I'm knowin', His lights a'shinin'. His words a' showin' The very way I should be goin'. By Poet: Bob E. McGlothlin