High on a cliff overlooking the ocean
Watching the waves breaking hard on the shore,
Awed by the sound of its thundering motion,
Unceasing tumult and deafening roar—
Drowns not the whisper that speaks to my soul.
Played out in nature a drama before me;
I, an observer just watching it all;
Groaning creation’s the theme of the story,
Nature in tumult because of the fall—
Speaks to my spirit a voice ‘still and small’.
Nations are angry just like the billows,
Raging and roaring and rushing in vain—
Picture the Saviour asleep on His pillow,
Treating their threatening with utter disdain —
Word of His mouth will uncover their shame.
Not for amusement God gives inspiration,
No empty whimsy that pleases the mind;
Nature abounds to confirm revelation
Opens the eyes of the ones born blind—
Oceans of truth a true seeker can find.
Whispers we hear in the world’s mad commotion
Easily drown in the sea of despair—
World, flesh and devil, the carnal man’s portion
Take your heart captive, your soul they ensnare;
Flee their enticing!! Not a moment to spare!
High on a cross overlooking the nations
One paid a price—God’s redemption for all,
Cursed on a tree, breaks the curse on creation,
God’s love and justice reverses the fall—
Drown not the whisper but answer the call.
Accept Jesus as Your Savior Right Now and be Certain of Eternal Life.
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