It’s Sunday morning and the faithful have gathered. The last stanza of this song we are singing is creating some self examination and I’m coming up short. “Then when it’s time for moving, grant it that I may bring to every day and moment, peace from a silent spring.” I don’t feel I have a silent spring to draw from. I don’t spend enough time listening in silence. I’m not discipline enough to be collected, directed, or in tune. But since the song is saying “teach me,” I can sing it.