My Stream
When I read of You in the Pentateuch
Of how when Moses departed from You he would shine
I thought of how much an encounter with You
Could set my soul in line
The mighty Lord, the Prince of Peace
The flood, the cloud, the rain
So often when I looked for You
In grand gestures I thought You would remain
Yet, to Elijah Your voice came in a whisper
So soft and like a stream
To Samuel as he lay for sleep
To Solomon in a dream
Before when I sought for you
My heart could not find its tame
For I searched for you in the major things
The flood, the cloud, the rain
A sacrifice I could never tally
A cross, thorned crown and pain
My Saviors blood shed merciless
No more floods, no more clouds, no more rain
Now Father when I seek for you
In my own heart shall I search
For Your words are inscribed upon my soul
And on my countenance You perch
The mighty Lord, the Prince of Peace
My beginning and my end
The light I searched for was always with me
For thou art truly a merciful Friend