In stillness I can hear a voiceThat cannot else be heard;
A voice that I hear in my heart,
That speaks without a word.
It tells me of the patient grass
That dies, then grows once more;
It whispers of the faithful sun
That warms a shifting shore.
It sings to me of fearful mists
That dim the morning’s light
And yet are melted by the warmth
That follows every night.
And in each moment I see me
Living within your grace,
And I know it’s Your voice I hear
In that still, silent place.
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.