Still small voice
The still voice that's listening, the still voice that's hearing me, your words of kindness, your words of praise ,your words that over joy my days. I feel your comfort embracing me and even when I'm down your always chasing me. You inspire me to do what's right , you inspire me to stand up and fight. I lose control I lose my way but your still small voice is here to stay. I fight my battle , I push through , I put my hope,joy faith in you. Whatever my battle whatever my face I know your love will show the way. Inspiration, I guess you can call it that; but more or less it's the power that goes off track. The power he puts within me I can't let go . Inspiration, that's what I'll say but it's not that simple, it's not night and day. He fills me and heals me , calls me his friend. He loves me and trust me he'll stick to the in. Because his still small voice never let's go, his still small voice warms my heart and soul.
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