You're speaking of the sunshine,
You're speaking of the rain,
Of flocks and pleasant pastures,
And of the golden grain;
Why don't you speak of Jesus?
You're speaking of your children,
Of kindly hearth and home,
Of loving and beloved ones
Who far away must roam;
Why don't you speak of Jesus?
His love is love abiding,
Which never can decay;
Though home and heart be lonely,
He will not turn away;
Then speak to me of Jesus.
When speaking by the Spirit
In glance, and thought, and word,
It is the quiet wisdom
Which cometh from the Lord.
Thus speak to me of Jesus!
Now listen, O my brothers!
And listen, sisters mine,
Go forth and scatter freely
Each seed of fruit divine;
And ever speak of Jesus.
But go, remembering daily
We live in holy strife;
You'll speak of Him most surely
By likeness to His life;
Thus truly speak of Jesus.
"Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out."