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The voice


Luke 1:78-79 

78 Because of our God’s tender mercy

the dawn will break upon us from on high

79 to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,

to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

 

The voice

 

Who knows the voice of the Lord?

Is it by ear or heart we hear?

Does He speak in simple dreams

or through creation that is near?

 

There are signs that show the times

like weather, wars, and quakes

Peace and hope are hard to find

almost covered up by crime and hate.

 

Is God’s Spirit silenced by me

or is His voice too soft and sweet?

For my heart in its selfish state

is in bondage far from free.

 

Priorities set and justified.

Values faked and displayed in shame.

It’s no wonder that darkness rules

if guys like me just shift the blame.

 

The daily excuse is, “I did my best”.

What a joke! There is no best in “I”.

The best resides where I cannot go

and when He speaks my ears are dry

 

He rings the phone deep in my heart.

I’m not home … or still asleep.

I roll over when the ringing goes on

and when I awake I’m alone and weep.

 

No one cares I cry aloud.

“I do”, He says in a soft voice.

I can’t hear in pity with self

so I can’t see it is my choice.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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