Silence

When the morning comes and you find yourself alone,

When the dawn breaks inside the storm and you're on your own,

You see the nature, the order, the mending of the broken things.

Just because it's silent, doesn't mean it's quiet.

Just because it's silent, doesn't mean there's nothing.

In the still and quiet moments there is power.

Just because there is silence doesn't mean it's done.

Just because there is silence, doesn't mean there is death.

In the silence there is an indescribable power,

A power that is moving and growing beyond everything.

The times when you're lost and stumbling along the highways,

The times when you're blinded, desperate and cold among the byways,

The times when you're grasping and clinging to everything,

Even if the darkness closes in.

There is power in the silence that is growing,

There is power that is moving for you,

A power since the dawn of the universe that is calling to you.

The power in silence is that change happens without warning...

In blink of your eye the storm will disappear, and the night will fade.

Silence is not the quiet of the storm,

Silence is the building of the momentum before the change,

The power absolutely moving for you to be redeemed.

Silence is not quiet.

Silence is the power.