I feel something stirring deep down inside,
A warmth that I sense, but I can’t quite decide.
Is it a thought? A dream? A breeze on my face?
Or maybe it could be God’s loving embrace.
The mountains whisper, “He made us, you know.”
The rivers and raindrops all shimmer and show.
Creation is like a canvas, with colors so grand,
That quietly tell us, “This came from God’s hand.”
But oh, how we miss it. How often we do.
We may think it’s just luck or call it déjà vu.
Our hearts start to burn as his nearness appears.
Can we feel him through all of our doubts and fears?
Like travelers who walked with Jesus one day,
Who didn’t recognize him as he went their way,
With hearts aflame, they still couldn’t see—
How Jesus was with them, to set them free.
Some think he’ll shout with thunder and flame,
But his whisper is soft as he calls us by name.
Not in the earthquake or the wind’s wild voice,
But the still, small sound where our hearts rejoice.
His presence can comfort or pierce our disguise.
He humbles our hearts and will open our eyes.
Conviction can sting, yet it’s really his grace.
He’s tuning our souls to accept his embrace.
So listen, dear child, when your spirit feels stirred,
When silence is golden as we’re touched by his Word.
For God isn’t distant, out yonder in the blue.
He’s right here beside you, speaking to you.
