No one has seen him. He’s hidden from sight.
He dwells in a brilliance too blindingly bright.
Yet through his own Word, all Heaven declares,
“The God who is unseen still meets us in prayers.”
Invisible? Yes—but not silent or gone.
His whispers are heard from dusk until dawn.
Like waves on the shore or a gentle breeze,
His presence is felt on the wings of the seas.
The blind man may “see” by the smell of the tide,
By the touch of cool ocean water that rushes beside.
So too, though we’re blinded by sin’s heavy shroud,
We can sense his mercy breaking through the clouds.
He walked in the Garden when evenings were cool,
And called to his children—his voice the first rule.
Before Bethlehem’s stable, before manger straw,
He spoke as the Angel and Word full of awe.
The Word became flesh—God’s heart in a frame,
Revealing his glory, his love, and Jesus his name.
He didn’t just speak of what Heaven had planned—
He is the whole message, God’s voice in our land.
When Jesus calmed the storm, saying, “Peace, be still,”
Creation responded to his irresistible will.
The same voice that said, “Let there be light.”
Still speaks to our hearts in the darkest nights.
God’s voice through prophets, the bush with its flame,
Was always the Word—eternally the same.
The voice that called Moses, Elijah, and John,
Still speaks through Scripture and carries us on.
Tune your heart’s radio. Faith is the key.
His signal fills the skies, the land, and the sea.
The question’s not if he is speaking today—
But whether our hearts are tuned in to obey.
For hearing alone is a house built on sand,
That crumbles when storms sweep across the land.
But faith that obeys lays foundation on stone—
And builds with the strength of his Word alone.
When we live what we’ve heard, when we love and forgive,
When we serve as he served, that’s the proof that we live.
Our echoes resound of the Word we’ve received,
The life of his voice through the hearts that believed.
Though heaven and earth fade away and decay,
His words will still stand when all else slips away.
The same voice that formed stars and seas far above,
Still calls us by name with a whisper of love.
So when you read Scripture, remember this choice:
You’re not just reading—you’re hearing his voice.
The Word that was spoken before time began,
Still lives, still creates, still speaks to each man.
So open your Bible, and don’t just look through—
Let his words come alive and speak right to you.
For God’s not gone silent, he still speaks today—
Can you hear his voice when you stop and obey?
