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He Speaks In A Still Small Voice

Mountain top

Mountain top


I sought You on the mountain top

where a howling wind pierced my ears

with a mighty rushing whistling sound

An earthquake shook the cliffs

and knocked me off my feet

so I cowered and crawled upon the ground

A blazing fire began to rage

as desperately I searched

but You were nowhere to be found

Then a still small voice you whispered

In my ear as gentle as a breeze

You truly know how to astound

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