The absence of sound

In the absense of sound
it is where Im found
In the absense of my voice
in the darkness of your nights
I will be waiting
as the Father waits
for the prodigal SON
So when you think that I am gone
and you do not hear me speak
I reassure you
it is in this silence that I scream. . . . .

I LOVE YOU

but you've got to listen quietly. . .
and youve got to listen well
'cause My voice can be a Lions roar in your whispering prayer.