House of Whispers-Fields of His Grace

Secrets...from the house of whispers keep calling out my name - in the halls and rooms where as a child I lived and walked within Unknown secrets, memories that wake me in my sleep yet I'm never quite able to grasp their meanings They're outlined in fuzzy images - words not spoken But still… I hear unnamed voices whispering secrets, whispering unknown words in my ear I wander alone in fields of sorrow - crying out for asylum from my house of whispers They call out with unnamed voices trying to murmer secret, unknown words in my ear ~~~ I go now to my place in fields of grace where all is quiet - a place where I can rest where God showed me I was loved and safe- He told me I could stay till healing came until my soul has been restored in His holy fields of grace Those unknown secrets and memories that woke me from my sleep- have quieted their voices My ears have been silenced to them Now, the only voice I hear... is God whispering in my ear whispering that I am safe in His place My soul restored... as I calmly walk in His healing fields of grace