At the brink of the day His tender voice
Seems to whisper unto me
I need your limbs, your heart, your mind
To heed Me faithfully
Not in the ‘halls of fame’ dear child
Nor for the crowd’s applause
But in the home with all it’s chores
Yes dear, behind closed doors

At the brink of the day when I rush to work
In an alien, godless crowd
I seem to hear God’s earnest voice
Above the tumult loud
I need your light to shine, dear child
Within your worldly sphere
Your word, your acts, your attitude
Can bring My presence near

At the brink of the day as I rush to school
With my mind on problems bent
I seem to hear a whispering
A message ‘heaven sent’
Your friends at school – a mission field
They seek reality
And you, my child, can show them that
‘Tis only found in Me