by Elisabeth Mcgrath

Created on: May 03, 2008   Last Updated: July 03, 2010

A mighty wind splitting mountains
Breaking heavy boulders and rocks
But the presence is not in the wind
Where sound and fury only mocks.

The fearful quake rends the earth
Its aftermath a path of destruction
Tis not in the chasm that we look
For our answers or for instruction.

Nor yet in the billowing fire is He
In flaming pillars reaching the sky
Not in the depths that oceans swell
Nor the heights where eagles fly.

In the throbbing pulse of silence
Our hearts stop with hope and fear
Impatient for the encounter we yet
Retreat as He bids us draw near.

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