The small, still voice...

I can hear the small still voice,

It is the wind, through trees...

It's all the unexpected things,

That need your heart to hear.

I can hear the little noise,

From underneath roar,

Of selfish thoughts, and thoughtless selves

Bustling past my door.

If I listen to the small still voice,

And all the little things,

Then I'm ready, for the world,

And all it's greater things.

Shell xx