Still, Small Voice

I've listened for You in the thunder, in the crashing of my worry

Listened in the earthquake of my pride and of my hurry

I looked for You inside the fire, of my anger and my shame

Expected some grand entrance, that would tremble when I called Your name.

But You weren't in the thunder, You weren't in the wind that blows

You weren't in the earthquake that my frantic spirit knows

You waited 'til the noise was gone, 'til I had lost my choice

And I heard You in the quiet... in the still, small voice.

So I stopped my frantic running, I gave up on the chase

And I stood inside the silence, of this broken, empty place

I let my own voice die out, let my selfish prayers all cease

And waited in the wreckage for a single word of peace.

'Cause You weren't in the thunder, You weren't in the wind that blows

You weren't in the earthquake that my frantic spirit knows

You waited 'til the noise was gone, 'til I had lost my choice

And I heard You in the quiet... in the still, small voice.

And in that holy silence, I finally fell apart!

As You spoke a single word of grace that overhauled my heart!

No shouting from a mountain! No writing in the sky!

Just a whisper of belonging that will echo 'til I die!