That Still Small Voice ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

The winds started to roar,
they gusted all about
causing in me . . .
a trembling of doubt.

Then the earth quaked,
it shook and it broke
causing in me . . .
to nearly have a stroke.

Then a fire started up,
flames were all around
causing in me . . .
to have a near breakdown.

But, then came a calm,
and I started to hear
a still small voice . . .
whispering in my ear.

For, God didn’t speak to me,
in the sounds terrifying
but in the rustlings . . .
that were faith fortifying!


1 Kings 19:11-12

And he said, Go forth, and stand
upon the mount before the Lord.
And, behold, the Lord passed by,
and a great and strong wind rent
the mountains, and brake in pieces
the rocks before the Lord; but the
Lord was not in the wind:…

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