The Quieting of the Soul
It is not the roaring lion
or the pounding in his chase,
but his nuzzle of affection
and his tender touch embrace.
It is not the violent whirlwind
or the earthquake splitting rock,
but faint playing of the heartstrings
and the barely sounded knock.
Although our God consumes with fire
and terrifies with awe,
the quieted soul of peaceful man
comes through heart's open door.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2022
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