The Still Small Voice (Fagan)

The still small voice that speaks with­in

I hear it when

at play

I speak the loud and ang­ry word

That drives my friend away.

The voice with­in

the voice with­in

Oh may I have a care;

It speaks to warn from ev­ery sin

And God has placed it there.

If false­hood whis­pers to my heart

To tell a cow­ard lie

To hide some care­less thing I’ve done

I heard the sad voice sigh.

If self­ish­ness would bid me keep

What I should glad­ly share

I hear again the in­ner voice

And then with shame for­bear.

I thank Thee

Fa­ther

for this friend

Whom I would al­ways heed;

O may I hear its slight­est tone

In ev­ery time of need.