I can hear it in the crackle of a borne fire
And I can hear it in the middle of the ocean water
Oh, I just can’t explain
But it makes me wanna cry.
And I can hear it when the rain falls on my window seal
On the playground where children’s laughter lives
Ohhh, I can’t explain
But it makes me wanna cry
And I can hear it in the busy New York City streets
And I can hear it in the country Georgia Fields of Green
Ohhh, I can’t explain noo
But it makes me wanna cry
Sounds like grandmama
Telling you where you come from
Said it’s kinda like laughter
Out of the mouths of your loved ones
Or catching up with an old friend
Reminiscing on back when
It’s like a summer time sprinkler
Street side with my ice cream cone
Said it sounds like a choir
Singing hymns hallelujah
It’s the voice of God, hell
It could make a grown man cry
And I can hear it on the wind of an early morning
When the fog is getting thick and the birds are chirping
Oh it’s just something I can’t explain nooo
But it makes me wanna cry
And I can hear it in the hush of a midnight hour
When I’m alone in my room if I’m going under
Ohhhh I just can’t explain noooo
But it brings me back to life
It’s like the sound of a new born baby crying eh
Like the vital breath of a loved one passing
Ohhhh it’s a beautiful thing yeahhh
Cause it leads me to the light
It’s like a drive through movie
Small town with the big screen
Like grilling out in the front yard
Sometimes it’s the simple things
Like story telling with my grandpa
He was so easy to believe
Like when the sun goes up yeah
Sometimes it’s better when the sun comes down
Cause there’s just something about the moonlight
And it can make you feel alright
Oh it’s the voice of God
And it can make a grown man cryyyyy
Yet again yet again
It’s the voice of God
It can make a grown man cry
BGV
Uh uh uh uh
Voice of God
It’s the Voice of God X2
Steffany Gretzinger
If you listen
You will hear him
In that question
He’s the answer
Just like my daddy
Always taught me
Yes it is
Chandler Moore
I remember that day
When he called my name
Nothing was the same
Because of the voice, yeah
And everything was changed
I saw myself in a different way
Because of
Before there were some many noises
I made so many wrong choices
Listening to other voices
But now I hear
And he’s still speaking
He’s still declaring
It is the voice
Creation responds
The wind still obeys
Ohhhh ohhhh
Ohhhhh oh
Voice of God
It’s The voice of God
I’m so glad I hear it
Ohhhh oh
Ohhhhh oh
The voice of God
It’s the voice of God
The voice that created
The same voice that saved us
No other sound so precious
So precious
The voice of God
Listen listen
To the texture and the tone
Listen listen
For the kindness for the hope
Listen listen
It’s the sound that leads you home
It’s the voice of God
Oh that still small voice
The voice of God
So precious
It’s holy holy holy
It’s so holy holy holy
There's no sweeter sound than the sound of His voice. His voice is life. His voice is home. It's the voice that holds all things together. It's a constant in the midst of change and unknown. It's comfort in the midst of heartache and hurting. It's the voice that never stops speaking. All that's required of us is to sit still and listen. Lean into it. Because the more you lean into it, the more you'll know it.
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