Be still, my friend...be very still, |
to focus on His voice
which comes when you may least expect,
when you're faced with making a choice.
Pay special heed for when it speaks
through the trees or in a cloud,
it's as soft as a new-born infant's breath,
or gently spoken amongst a crowd.
The message is for you alone,
He will call you by your name.
If, in hearing, you respond,
your life will never be the same.
I heard it once...He spoke to me,
through a crust of day-old bread,
as audible as an orchestra,
nothing like the things I'd read.
What a blessed reassurance,
His love to me declared,
a comfort in my sorrow,
that my Lord and Father cared.
Don't miss the opportunity
should a voice speak from the trees,
listen with everything in you...
lest you mistake it fora passing breeze.
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