Its not in the sounding of the trumpets that we are most aware He is Lord.

Its not in the sounding of the trumpets that we are most aware He is Lord.

It is not in the rushing winds....

Or pounding waves....

Or in the songs of those who adore....

It is not in heavenly light or the bowling of angel's wings.

It is in the hush of a stable and a baby's cry.

In the pounding of a nail, and a mother's broken wail.

In the tears of an empty garden tomb, "oh where is He?!

And in the Risen Savior's quiet assurance, "I am with thee."

It is not in His grandeur, majesty and power where His might and mercy are most shown,

But in His choosing suffering and pain, in His choosing to be with us, that His love is truly known.


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