He Speaks In A Still Small Voice
Poem
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