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When the skies were silent,
No song came from the clouds;
No whisper wafting on the wind
To calm the madding crowds,
No burning words of wisdom
That leave a man in awe;
No key to all my problems
That opens every door.
I sat there in the quiet,
Frustrated and alone;
Despair welled up inside me,
To which I’m all too prone.
But then I looked up at the trees
That speak of his great artistry;
The sun and rain, each in their time,
His generosity;
A mountain’s great endurance
Reflects His faithfulness;
Birds sing songs of glory
That words cannot express.
Animals at play give us
A glimpse of His pure joy;
The beauty of the stars above
Our sins cannot destroy.
A shoulder there to cry on,
A smile and warm embrace,
Expresses part of His great love,
His mercy and His grace.
So when the skies are silent
Above the dreadful noise,
I’m clear on my assignment:
It’s my turn to be His voice.
When the skies were silent,
No song came from the clouds;
No whisper wafting on the wind
To calm the madding crowds,
No burning words of wisdom
That leave a man in awe;
No key to all my problems
That opens every door.
I sat there in the quiet,
Frustrated and alone;
Despair welled up inside me,
To which I’m all too prone.
But then I looked up at the trees
That speak of his great artistry;
The sun and rain, each in their time,
His generosity;
A mountain’s great endurance
Reflects His faithfulness;
Birds sing songs of glory
That words cannot express.
Animals at play give us
A glimpse of His pure joy;
The beauty of the stars above
Our sins cannot destroy.
A shoulder there to cry on,
A smile and warm embrace,
Expresses part of His great love,
His mercy and His grace.
So when the skies are silent
Above the dreadful noise,
I’m clear on my assignment:
It’s my turn to be His voice.