In the stillness of the night,
There’s a whisper soft and light,
Calling hearts from where they roam,
Guiding them gently home.
There is a wind that moves unseen,
Not of man, nor born of dream.
It speaks in truth, it speaks in grace,
It leads us from a darker place.
The Spirit of the One Most High,
Who formed the stars and spread the sky,
He walks not loud, but always near,
Removing lies, removing fear.
His Spirit of Truth, like rivers flow,
He reveals the things we need to know.
He shows the way, the narrow gate,
He warns before it is too late.
He’s not a voice that all can hear,
But when He speaks, the soul draws near.
His Spirit of Truth will always call,
To lift the low, and break the fall.
He’s not in thunder, nor in fire,
He’s found within the heart’s desire.
When we seek what’s good and right,
He shines like morning’s golden light.
He does not lie, nor twist the way,
He leads us into brighter days.
Not bound by walls, nor creed, nor place,
But draws the soul to truth and grace.
He sees the heart, He tests the mind,
He opens eyes that once were blind.
He doesn’t force, He gently leads,
And fills the soul where mercy bleeds.
His Spirit speaks when all seems lost,
He never sleeps, nor counts the cost.
So listen now—His wind may blow,
Through fields you walk or pain you know.
And when you feel that gentle move,
It may be Him, so do not lose.
His Spirit of Truth still calls today,
To lead your soul along the Way.