Still Small Voice
All who choose to listen
Will hear the Father's Voice
He talks to us in many ways
But to hear is still our choice
He wasn't in the wind that day
That laid the mountains low
Nor in the quake the shook the earth
And tossed them to and fro
He wasn't in the fire that came
As Elijah watched in awe
And pondered in his heart of hearts
The mighty things he saw
And after all the things he'd seen
His heart would then rejoice
For when he heard his Father speak
He heard a still small voice
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