These words, God's words.
I'm struggling to be heard
Through all these people that chat like birds.
I'm trying to speak the truth,
But I'm in a sound booth.
Then someone stopped and opened the door,
and with a crash and a bang, the soundproof walls tore.
Finally, these words can actually be heard.
These words have supported those who stumbled,
Have strengthened faltering knees.
They hush those who grumble,
And, for them, my heart yearns within me.
God's voice thunders in marelous ways
and to every person, it can save.
This is the reason i speak,
All throughout the week.
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