You have made the mountains shake
At the sound of your voice.
Can you hear His voice?
It runs where it wants and nothing can stop it.
Your majesty fills the earth,
And your glory goes before you.
You laugh and scoff at the tethers of commotion,
Nothing can dominate you.
Your grace is the corral,
And your works are the reigns,
As you ride into the darkness.
The clouds tremble and Hell shakes
As you part the night skies.
Your power comes, your power comes,
But not in the lightening or the earthquakes,
But it is the still quiet voice,
It is the still quiet voice.
It searches the earth,
Searching, seeking, looking, asking, longing.
To find a heart,
To find its love.
A love that will return its call.
« return.