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THE STILL SMALL VOICE
He wasn’t in the middle of the whirlwind.
He wasn’t in the earthquake or the fire.
I longed to know that He was there beside me,
To hear His voice was my desire.
The world around me spun into confusion.
I couldn’t tell which way was up or down.
But in my quiet time I heard Him whisper
In the still, small voice that was His own.
The still, small voice,
The still, small voice.
He answers in a still, small voice.
Everything had gotten out of focus.
Somehow I’d forgotten what I’d known:
That to hear His voice I have to listen
In the quiet time before His throne.
Words and Music by Debby Kerner Rettino
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