Still And Small

For all my burning and desire I can't find You in the flame For all the shaking up I've tried I can't find You in the quake Oh for all my running in circles What have I become but a little tired? Hush, I'll wait for You—be with me through it all You—Spirit speak, still and small For all the hot air that I blow I can't find You in the wind For all the things I think I know I know less than when I began and oh for all my running in circles What have I become but a little tired? Hush, I'll wait for You—be with me through it all You—Spirit speak, still and small Oh for all my running in circles What have I become but a little tired? On and on and on and on and Oh for all my running in circles What have I become but a little tired? Hush now wait For a moment, still and small and I hear You say, "Hush, now, wait"