Still Small Voice - The Christians

I search for beauty, I search for truth

There must be a proof

I need a reason to survive, to stay alive

I know what must be done, before the morning comes

So I look for self-respect, as I reflect

All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed

I’ve been down but not like this before

Can’t take it anymore

Still small voice

Rise inside and calm this tortured soul

Give me just one last choice

Whisper soothing words and take control of me

I sit here waiting for a sign, something divine

Thunder’s cracking in my head, I must be dead

But as the pain subsides, I begin to realise

There’s a gentle tone I hear

It sounds so clear

All at once I feel sublime

The voice is mine

And will I find myself my way

And greet a brand new day

Tell me still small voice

Rise inside again and calm my soul

Give me just one last choice

Whisper soothing words and take control of me

Still small voice

Rise inside again and calm my soul

Give me one more choice

Whisper soothing words and take control

Take control of me