David Wilcox Still Small Voice Lyrics

Still Small Voice Lyrics

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 us that they'd killed The Dream,
But they never killed the still
small voice.

All 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 nations 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
And it will swear to take you on your one free ride
While it's
looking for your one last dime
But the light of heaven is a simple
gift
And you can see it when you make that choice
It will shine like
riches in your inmost heart
But it will speak in a still small voice