Speak to me in a whisper
Beside the ocean, in a breeze
Or surrounded by the mountains
Or captured by the trees
Speak to me in the nighttime
Wake me in the quiet opened space
Or show me in the dreamworld
Mysteries to be traced
Speak to me through another
In a face made from your hands
Your eyes, let me see
As they help me understand
Speak to me through your Word
Mysteries whispered to mere mortal men
Words that pierce through bone and marrow
Like waves, let truth come crashing in
Speak to me in the prophetic
Direction like arrows sent from your lips
Lighting a change of course
As I navigate this sailing ship
Speak to me in a picture
Sacred secrets now coming clear
Moving in from a distance
Your creative Kingdom drawing near
Speak to me Spirit to spirit
Awaken me to your sound
Ever-present voice in the silence
You are always to be found
So speak, Lord, however you choose
My ears are tuned to hear
My eyes are open and watching, ready
For you Father, Son, and Spirit, to come near
