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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

Oh the skies will open when the trumpet sounds

and its echo will shake these halls

And these stones so silent as they ring us round

they will shatter when they hear that call

And our chains will clatter when they hit the ground

and the people make a joyful noise

But when My Lover comes to call me home

it will be in a still, small voice

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