His voice within the chaos

The soft pattering of a rainy morning
A gentle breeze rustling through the falling leaves
The still of the day at sunrise

His voice in the quiet and the beautiful
His still small voice calling to those whom He loves
Himself manifested within His creation

I listen for His voice amidst the clamor
I long to hear Him within my chaos
I need Him throughout the turbulence

My eyes blurred by the storm
My ears unable to discern His voice through the din
My numbness fails to feel His touch

Only my heart can see and hear Him Who Is
Only my heart can see the beauty of the Cross
Only my heart can hear the assurance in the tumult

Create in me a new heart
Replace my heart of stone with one of flesh
So to hear Your Spirit within me

Store Your Word in my heart
And prevent my heart from failing
As cacophony surrounds me

I will seek You
Who has chosen me
That I may have ears that hear