Poetry
I hear voices in my head
Though I choose to only listen
for the Voice speaking in my heart instead
There my Savior and His Spirit dwell,
speaking softly of new life I can behold,
if I will but drink of His eternal well
Hush, I must be quiet
To hear that Voice so meek and mild
Words of love and gracious mercy
Come, My child, upon that journey
Walk through this world as I have done
Bringing light and healing to all who seek
Gather the lost and hurting souls
Be My Voice unto the folds
"This world could not contain Me,
in three days' time, 'twas death that lost its sting
So life need not end here and now
For I have gone before,
preparing a place for you
A place to lay your weary head
and all your toils and troubles bring"
So, here I sit with voices abounding
But, as I quietly sip from His eternal well,
it is only my Master's Voice I hear asounding
Copyright © 2007, Jody R Goode All rights reserved.
Love and blessings
Janice.
This is profound, and I believe it is true, for I have confidence you write truthfully from your heart.
In Christian love,
Thomas
preparing a place for you
A place to lay your weary head
and all your toils and troubles bring"...What comforting words those are! If we listen to the right voice, we hear comfort. If we listen to the wrong voice, we hear confusion.... Good words, Jody. Thanks for sharing. God bless you. .. Helen