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Bob Franke - A Still, Small Voice текст песни

Исполнитель: Bob Franke

альбом: Brief Histories


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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