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How did this become our obsession?
Remember when we weren’t always connected?
Why does it agonize us to be still and choose the silence?
Behind the noise
There is only one still, small voice
Not competing for attention
If we ever pause to listen,
What will we hear?
Will we find He’s always been near,
And we already have His affection?
You can miss a lifetime in a moment;
We tell ourselves we don’t already know this.
But when this day becomes your past,
Will you be satisfied if it becomes your last?