A Still, Small Voice-  Bob Franke http://www.bobfranke.com/records.htm

In a still small voice in the middle of the night
Brother Martin heard the simple truth
And he followed its pleading though it lead to a crossroads
Parting in the days of my youth

From the heart of my city came a single scream
And i heard it through all the white noise
And the papers told us that they killed a dream
But they never killed the still small voice

All the lies come at you in a million ways
Some you hear and some you tell yourself
And they say virtue is a pile of gold
And that weapons are a nations wealth

But when kings stand naked in their ugly schemes
Will the poor of this world rejoice
Will they sell their children down a bloody stream
Or will they listen to a still small voice

Now the one-eyed bandit in your living room
Will convince you that you have no time.
And it will swear to take you on your one free ride
While it's looking for your one last dime

But the light of heaven is a simple gift
You can see it when you make that choice
It will shine like riches in your in most heart
But will speak in a still small voice.