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.