Words (someone else’s):
‘Cause I am hanging on every word You say and
Even if You don’t wanna speak tonight that’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to Your breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Ever just sat and listened to Him? Found a place, amidst the noise and chaos, where you can hear Him?
God didn’t come to Elijah in the thunder. He didn’t come in the winds. He came in the quiet, barely above a whisper.