“Yes, great God, these torrents of tears which flow down from my eyes announce thy divine presence in my soul. This heart hitherto so dry, so arid, so hard; this rock which thou hast struck a second time, will not resist thee any longer, for out of it there now gushes healthful waters in abundance. The selfsame voice of God which overturns the mountains, thunders, lightens, and divides the heaven above, now commands the clouds to pour forth showers of blessings, changing the desert of his soul into a field producing a hundredfold; that voice I hear.” HeartSoulHardGodEyeHeavenVoiceWaterRocksFieldsTearsDivineBlessingMountainFlowCloudsCommandMy SoulTheeDesertDryAbundanceDividesShowersThunderVoice Of God Author:Jean Baptiste Massillon
“The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.” HeartStillsSoulVoiceBreathsStriveNoiseMelodyPausesStrifeVoice Of God Book:War Is Kind and Other Poems Source: War Is Kind and Other Poems