Lyrics
Not in the strong wind, not in the fire,
Not in the tremors shaking the earth,
But when I call on Him, His great desire,
Is to speak to me His gentle Word.
He's always with me and I know,
His wonderful presence that fills my soul.
This is how my God comes unto me.
When He's near my every fear He takes and makes me whole,
Whispering, He comes to me and tells me I'm His own,
My heart is thrilled to hear His will, in Him I rejoice,
He speaks to me so quietly in a still small voice.
Not in the strong wind, not in the fire,
My God comes to me in a still small voice.
Not in the lightning, not in the thunder,
Not in the raging tempest at sea,
But in all His beauty, in all His wonder,
He will speak to me tenderly.
He's always with me and I know,
His wonderful presence will still my soul.
This is how my God comes unto me.
I know His Word is often heard in power and in might,
With two-edged sword, the hand of the Lord divides the darkness with light,
But He says to me, "Be still and see that I am God, rejoice!"
He speaks to me so tenderly in a still small voice.
Not in the strong wind, not in the fire,
My God comes to me in a still small voice.
In a still small voice.
In a still small voice.
