There’s a still small voice, saying to me,
«Closer, closer, grow closer to Me.»
In a whispered tone, never leaves me alone;
Closer, closer, closer to Him
Oh, I want to hear every message clear,
Yes, I want every word to come through,
For if I make it in, I must walk close to Him,
Closer, closer, grow closer to Him,
Yes, I hear a voice, pleading with me,
«Quietly, quietly, commune with me.
Just steal away in secret and pray,
Quietly, quietly, come break bread with me.»
So I meditate then in silence,
Wait for the joy that showers o’er me,
Yes, the Spirit dwells there, when I meet God in prayer,
Quietly, quietly, quiet moments with Him.