The still small voice

To  walk the  path that everyone walks on
Or turn off to the heather and the hill?
A still small voice must guide us  or we’re done

Life to children’s agony and fun
Where little is decided by the will
We  walk the  path that our parents trod on

When a child matures, he is a man
She has her own deep nature to fulfill
A still small voice must guide  us, everyone

But can we hear the voice in such a din?
The noise of all we see  may well compel
To  walk the  path that our parents have done

What is my true way, what is my sin?
Who will help me see what is the real?
A still small voice is heard if we listen

Advances must be made by  who rebels.
The prophets spoke with God and heard him tell
Not to  walk the  path that all walk on
His still small voice must guide us  or we’re done