A Gentle Whisper

Who is this God on who we call?
we can't see Him in the thunder
yet His hands catch us when we fall;
He's love that fills our hearts with wonder.

Not in the burning flames of fire
still His presence leaves its mark,
He should be all that we desire
for He's the light in our dark.

He was not found in the twister
but within my heart's pages,
an intimate gentle whisper
that echoes through the ages.

For He is the God of mercy
the holder of what life means,
the breath that sustains my journey
with the grace that intervenes.

1 Kings 19:11-13
As Elijah stood there...
the Lord was not in the wind...
the Lord was not in the earthquake...
the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire...
there was a gentle whisper!