"Sweet Hour of Prayer"

I wrote these words many years ago while looking out of my window at a 
Montana blizzard.  The snow swirled outside, shutting me off from the rest 
of the world into a silent winter wonderland.

The Still Voice
by Mary B.

In the stillness I hear a voice

The sure voice of God

Speaks to my soul

The Lightning flashes

The fire threatens

The thunder rolls

Then the stillness

And My Father

Makes me whole

Listen, Listen,

When He speaks to you

Listen, listen,

There's a message for you too

With simple things

He confounds the wise

In lightning, fire, thunder,

He is not disguised

Wait for the stillness

Then He'll speak to you

When I pray I wait in silence

It's then He tells me

What I need to know

His sweet spirit

Comes sweeping over me

Filling and thrilling my soul

Then the stillness,

And my Father

Makes me whole