Songtext
In a still, small voice in the middle of the night
Brother Martin heard the simple truth
And he followed its pleading though it led
To a crossroads parting in the days of my youth
From the heart of my city came a single scream
And I heard it through all the white noise
And the papers told me that they'd killed the dream
But they never killed the still, small voice
Oh, the lies come at you in a million ways
Some you hear and some you tell yourself
And they say that virtue is a pile of gold
And that weapons are a nation's wealth
But when kings stand naked in their ugly schemes
Will the poor of this world rejoice?
Will they sell their children down a bloody stream
Or will they listen to a still, small voice?
Now the one-eyed bandit in your living room
Will convince you that you have no time
It will swear to take you on your one free ride
While it's looking for your last dime
But the light of heaven is a simple gift
You can see it when you make that choice
It will shine like riches in your inmost heart
And it will speak in a still, small voice
Oh, the sky will open when the trumpet sounds
And the thunder will shake these walls
And these stones so silent as they ring us round
They will shatter when they hear that call
And these chains will clatter when they hit the ground
And the people make a joyful noise
But when my lover comes to call me home
It will be in a still, small voice
