It was a still, small voice,
That called my name twenty years ago,
When I was staring off the ledge of my life.
It was a still, small voice,
That calmed my rage
And helped the seed to grow
That would take a little edge off of the knife.
Chorus:
And you still speak to my heart
What my ears refuse to hear.
You still speak to my heart
Through the laughter and the tears.
You still speak to my heart
And drive away all my fears
When you speak to my heart
With a still small voice.
It was a still, small voice,
In my car on the radio,
Singin’, “Wonderin’ where the lions are…”
I wondered just what that could mean.
It was a still, small voice,
Stirred me up inside.
Made me hungry to know and
To grow beyond sad seventeen.
repeat chorus
Bridge:
I’ve been trying to listen
And trying to lessen the
Pain from this brain that’s
Just constantly messin’ with
Trying to listen to you.
I’ve been trying to
Listen to you.
It seems funny now that so many times
I really thought that I knew
Just what you wanted from me.
Just to find in the end,
I had poisoned myself with my pride.
Well I have taken great pains to conceal all my sins,
And bury them deep where nobody can see.
But when I hear your still small voice,
There’s no place to hide.
repeat chorus
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