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Lord, I need to know Your will.
I pray,
But do not hear the echoes of Your voice.
But do not hear the echoes of Your voice.
Perhaps I am so busy babbling
That I am not aware of Your presence.
I will try to listen for Your answer
To my prayers,
To my entreaties.
I will seek to be still and hear.
To my prayers,
To my entreaties.
I will seek to be still and hear.
I know that Your answer may not come in a great wind,
Nor through the trembling of the earth,
Nor in words of fire,
Nor through the trembling of the earth,
Nor in words of fire,
Nor even in whispers of smoke,
But through the actions of those around me,
Or a chance encounter with a stranger.
O God, Creator, Comforter, and Word,
Make me aware that You answered.
Make me aware that You answered.
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