Iona Abbey window Christine Sine Sometimes in a lowly cell
In the presence of my God
I stand and listen.
In the silence of my heart
I can hear his will
When I listen
Despairing people flock to me
They expect that I can see the answers
They ask my advice,
They say I am wise
I answer that nothing can deceive me
If I stand alone and silently listen
For I am but a servant
Who is guided by his king
When I listen
Sometimes in a lowly cell
In the presence of my God
I stand and listen
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