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