The voice of God is thunderous.
It roars just like the sea.
Like skywriting across the heavens,
For all the world to see.
God spoke this way for Daniel
In the writing on the wall,
And in the house of Cornelius, for Peter,
As he watched the Spirit fall.
The voice of God is gentle,
Loving, calm, quiet and kind,
Calling softly within our spirits
To leave the world behind.
God spoke this way for Elijah,
As the prophet pouted within the cave,
And also for the outcast Hagar,
That servant’s child to save.
The voice of God is like a trumpet,
Blasting clear and loud,
Rising like a battle cry
Above the world’s maddening crowd.
And the voice of God is like the cooing
Of a quiet and gentle dove,
Speaking to hearts that are lonely
Of His steadfast, unfailing love.
The voice of God is ever obvious
To the person He wants to use,
Though how He speaks is a decision
That’s God’s alone to choose.
But the voice of God is never
A difficult thing to hear,
Because all God requires of His servants
Is an obedient heart and a listening ear.