In the hush of early morning light,
When stars retreat and fades the night,
A sacred whisper meets my ear—
Not loud, but soft, so crystal clear.
No thunder roars, no lightning breaks,
Just trembling leaves upon the lakes.
The world is still, the air is calm,
And there I find my soul’s true balm.
It is His voice I gently hear,
More present when the mind is clear.
No chaos, noise, or worldly race—
Just stillness wrapped in holy grace.
He says, “Be still, and know I'm near,
I see your pain, I hold your tears.”
No need for shouts, or frantic cries,
Just open heart and lifted eyes.
For in the stillness, I have found
A love so vast, a peace profound.
When all around me fades away,
His quiet voice will always stay.
©heavenecho
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