Your Voice, My Peace

 

The world’s been coming at me fast,
Too much fury and noise.
Today, however, by Your grace,
I can regain my poise.
 
You gave me thunderstorms and peace.
To most that makes no sense,
But I’ve always treasured the sound
That can make others wince.
 
The soft rumble, the crackling roll,
They are my lullaby.
I find myself closest to You
Without mankind near by.
 
In a forest, a windy shore,
Outside the cultured rim
Where I can hear You, loud and clear,
And mankind’s voice grows dim.
 
Tomorrow I will start again.
I’ll rise and make the choice
To walk the path You’ve set for me.
Today I need Your voice.
 
Psalm 29:2-3
Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name; worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness. The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over many waters.