Noisy Stillness

Thunder makes me want to raise
my hands to God in wondrous praise.
He made the stream and waterfall,
The flood and rain that blesses all.
He made the lion and the lamb,
All nature by his mighty hand.
His glory shines in earth, sky and sea,
And yet He still has time for me.
In all the loud and thundrous noise,
I can discern His still, small voice,
God’s Spirit, full of truth and grace,
Says to me: “I love you, Trace.”

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