Reverence

It doesn’t happen all the time—

A lot depends on me,

On what I’m feeling deep inside

As I listen quietly.

It’s more than just my folded arms,

Though that’s a place to start.

It’s more than just not talking—

It’s what is in my heart.

Sometimes I fill my heart with love

And hold this feeling close.

I think about all that I have,

‘Bout things that matter most:

The gospel Jesus taught and

His sacrifice divine;

My family, friends, and teachers;

All blessings that are mine.

Birds and flowers and trees and bugs,

Stars in the firmament—

When full of wonder for these and more

Is when I’m reverent.