I want to see miracles, I want the earth to shake,
But I couldn’t hear my Lord in the wind or the earthquake.
I sought Him in the fire; I couldn’t find Him in the flame.
Then a still, small voice called my name:
speaks in a still, small voice, will you listen?
Trust in your Provider the One Jehovah Jireh
Speaks in a still, small voice today.”
But I couldn’t hear my Lord in the thunder of my pride.
Hoping for a bush of fire, or a pillar shaped of flame,
Not a still, small voice calling my name.
Strip away my pride, let your spirit be my guide.
Carry me higher on chariots of fire,
Let Your still, small voice guide my way.
There’s nothing my God cannot do!
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