Dwell

I would stay amid the thunder
Of the trumpets and horns
Amid the booming of the drums
Amid the clash of the cymbals
For there in the praises of His people
He dwells
But I stay in the silence
In the whisper of the night
To hear His voice
In the stillness
In the moment
He speaks
I listen
And the clash of the cymbals
The booming of the drums
The thunder of the trumpets and horns
Take me away again
And I praise but I long to go back
And dwell