Amidst the earthquakes
Amidst the mighty winds
Your still small voice
Is sweet fellowship
Amidst the roar of many words
Amidst the profusion of noise
Your still small voice
Is sweet fellowship
There is no love
There is no kindness
There is no grace
Like yours LORD
Your still small voice
Is sweet fellowship
Amidst the torrents of unbelief
Amidst the swirls of doubt
Your still small voice
Is sweet fellowship
Where can I flee from your Spirit?
If go to the heights of heaven
You are there
If I travel to the depths of the ocean
You are there
Because
Your still small voice
Is sweet fellowship