He says,
What if we prefer endless noise to the deafening sound of silence? What if we do not care to hear God’s still, small voice?
God's still small voice. That's what caught my attention. I was in 1 Kings just that past Tuesday and my reading had covered chapter 19. This is when God summons Elijah to a mountain to ask him something. Verses 11-13 tell of how there was a strong wind, and then an earthquake, and then a fire...but God was not in any of those. Instead it says that the Lord was in the sound of a low whisper; or as the King James Version puts it, "a still small voice."
I believe the Lord brought this passage of scripture to me twice that week to waken me to the truth that it's not the noise that will comfort me, it's not the knowledge at my fingertips that will plan my life, but rather His voice, Himself who will speak to me. And sometimes that voice is still...sometimes it is small.
So I wrote a song. It relates my earthly father - whom I miss dearly and whose character I admire immensely - to my heavenly Father - whom calls me to slow down, listen, and seek Him.
Father wasn't in the field
Father wasn't in the shop
Father wasn't on the streets
Father, he was in our home.
Reading, praying,
quoting to me.
Laughing, crying,
serving family.
Still small voice You cry
Still small voice You pry
Still small voice You try
to speak to me.
Father wasn't in the wind
Father wasn't in the quake
Father wasn't in the fire
Father, he was in the still.
Calling, yearning
for me to slow.
Open, waiting
for me to seek.
Still small voice You cry
Still small voice You pry
Still small voice you try
to speak to me.