Still Small Voice
Precious is the voice of a mother
To the babe sheltered in her womb
Welcome is the warning of a captain
To a soldier that approaches certain doom
Thunderous are the sounds of earth's waters
As they crash against the walls of the sea
But there has never been a sound so precious
As the voice that brings eternal peace to me
That still small voice that speaks to me from glory
Still tells me of my God's redeeming grace
It still can stir my heart to serve the Master
Until in heaven I see Him face to face
And I will heed to that gentle voice's whisper
As it guides me until my race is run
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
The soothing sound of baby birds still nesting
Brings with it the promise of new life
The whisper of the gentle breeze in summer
Soothes the burdened heart of this world's strife
The rustling of the crispy leaves of autumn
Lead us into winter's bitter cold
But that still small voice of my Savior
Brings a joy to me that never will grow old
That still small voice that speaks to me from glory
Still tells me of my God's redeeming grace
It still can stir my heart to serve the Master
Until in heaven I see Him face to face
And I will heed to that gentle voice's whisper
As it guides me until my race is run
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
To the babe sheltered in her womb
Welcome is the warning of a captain
To a soldier that approaches certain doom
Thunderous are the sounds of earth's waters
As they crash against the walls of the sea
But there has never been a sound so precious
As the voice that brings eternal peace to me
That still small voice that speaks to me from glory
Still tells me of my God's redeeming grace
It still can stir my heart to serve the Master
Until in heaven I see Him face to face
And I will heed to that gentle voice's whisper
As it guides me until my race is run
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
The soothing sound of baby birds still nesting
Brings with it the promise of new life
The whisper of the gentle breeze in summer
Soothes the burdened heart of this world's strife
The rustling of the crispy leaves of autumn
Lead us into winter's bitter cold
But that still small voice of my Savior
Brings a joy to me that never will grow old
That still small voice that speaks to me from glory
Still tells me of my God's redeeming grace
It still can stir my heart to serve the Master
Until in heaven I see Him face to face
And I will heed to that gentle voice's whisper
As it guides me until my race is run
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
And I stand in the presence of His glory
As He welcomes me, my precious child, well done
Credits
Writer(s): Norma Ridley
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