It is not in the mighty wind
Nor in the raging sea,Not even in the shaking earth
That drops me to my knee,
Not burning sun, nor darkest night
Define, for me, God’s force.
But in the whispers of the spring
I hear His true discourse.
The fresh new blossoms on the bough,
A soft warmth in the air,
The crocus breaking through the snow
All remind me He’s there.
It’s not the force that breaks the world
That brings Him most to mind.
It’s in the renewing of life
That God is there to find.
1 Kings 19:12
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.
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