My Soul was quiet

My street was loud
Deafening song ripped through the city block,
But God was not in the guitar.
Music blasted through,
But God was not in the radio
Yelling cut the thick air,
But God was not in their teaching.
Phony laughter shouted through the streets,
But God was not in the television.
Then I heard a still,small voice telling me that God loves me.
And my soul was quiet.