If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
Help me see your signs when shadows fill my day
Let this be my prayer when I lose my faith
Lead me to the place, show me with your way
Give me faith so I'll be safe
Help me find your light when stars go out each night
Let this be my prayer when I lose my way
Lead me to the place, guide me with your grace
To a place where I’ll be safe
