your presence...

The wind and its furry,
a mighty storm;
uprooting all

The earthquake and its shaking
 everything crumbling;
as it falls

The fires blazing heat
a raging, ravenous,
angry beast

Mighty is
your handiwork;
Powerful indeed...

But, as I stand on the
mountainside,
I realize,
you aren't in the three

 You come like
 a spring shower;
refreshing as the rain

Your voice
 a gentle whisper;
quiet, peaceful refrain

You sing over me
words of solitude; 
a sweet, melodic song;

gently cooing
 as a turtle dove;
all the day long

Your presence...
assures me;
of your endless love

You quieten my very soul


The Lord said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord for the Lord is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire came a gentle whisper. I Kings 19:11-12 NIV