A word and I am deeply shaken

A whisper, I am undone

The occasion of Your Voice awakens

Even this halting simple one


Your Voice,

The sound unmistakably you

Your words, I’ll gather them up in my hands,

turning them over



Selah, Selah

I will consider Your Voice

Like a mother looks over her child

With an eye for the depth of its power

With a love for its beauty,

I smile



Your countenance has fallen near me

It’s saturating the room

The occasion of Your Voice is clearly

The prerogative of You

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©2011 Linda Gray

This song is too personal to even write about; by far the most awestruck moment in my writing of the Storm collection.

I just have to take a breath and consider it all every once in a while. SELAH

Truly, the voice of God is so weighty, so thick and deep, so moving when it arrives, I just want to soak it in like the dry and thirsty land that I am. There’s nothing like it

No

Nothing

I smile.