Everyone telling me where to go:
I don't even know who to listen to anymore;
I don't even know who I am anymore.
God, please speak to me
And tell me where to go
And show me what to do
Because Your voice is drowning out in the madness
Or maybe I am just refusing to listen.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
Listen, My Son
Steve L. Siegel
My son, don’t tell me that you’re not important!
That is simply wrong and not ever going to be true
The fact that you even was born
Should give you proof that God has plans for you.
The pathway may seem unclear to you right now
But one day, soon I hope, you’ll see
That God has plans for you all along
And you were truly meant be part of this life.
God has already written the book that is your life
That is the thing you need to know my son
Each and every day that you are living
This book was written for you a long time ago.
Oh my son, know that God does not write duds
He only writes the best sellers
So be proud of what and who you are
Because in Gods book you are the star.
I know that, so does God!
If you need help don’t feel lost
You can call either one of us
And we’ll be there help you out.
Copyright © Steven Siegel
Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.
Copyright © ness tillson
to the ocean sing,
of my King.
The cry of seabirds
as crashing waves
In the sound
of rushing waters,
I can hear
the voice of God.
And the waves that
Psalm 23 ("He leads us beside the still waters.
He restores our soul.")
Copyright © Darlene Gifford
Do You Listen to What God Has to Say?
As I often watch the daily news.
I hear about different stories
and different views.
I can't help but to wonder
when some complain.
Anything of God, many
want to "contain."
Many of people’s thoughts
bring a concern...
When it comes to God's word.
They have "their backs turned."
While often, they speak of
"tolerance" in their living...
Only what they want to believe...
Is what they are giving.
This isn’t a picture
of "doom and gloom."
But a "day of reckoning" is
coming so very soon!
God's word... Will you choose to ignore?
When he comes knocking,
at your heart’s door?
What will you believe,
when God calls your name?
Will you come to him?
Or simply complain?
You'll be by yourself at
God's judgment day.
When your name is called.
What will you say?
God's says: "My love for
you will never end."
Allow his word to guide you...
And to be your friend!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
I listen as your love speaks out to me,
Each morning when I am allowed to rise.
Finding at that time I am assured Lord,
Your love will always be by my side.
My spirit finds peace early in the morning,
During the special quiet times we share.
My heart is ever thankful for the chance,
When my spirit finds your love so near.
My heart listens to your captivating whisper,
Which each morning sets my passion to flame.
As I rise early each day to humbly greet you,
Knowing again my life will never be the same.
My heart always begins to beat a little faster,
As my lungs each day continue to softly breathe.
I wait within your sweet tender embrace of love,
Attentively listening while your love speaks to me.
Copyright © Wendell Brown
Please Come Lord Jesus,
And Hear My Voice!
Please come Lord Jesus,
and listen to my voice!
In all I do or say, may you
be my first choice!
Please come dear Jesus, and listen to my cry!
Give me your living water,
that can satisfy!
Please come dear Jesus,
and renew my mind!
You’re so patient, loving
and very kind!
Please come dear Jesus,
and renew my spirit!
Your words of life…
May I daily live it!
Please come dear Jesus, I need you this hour!
I need your strength, and your power!
Thank you my Lord, my savior
And thanks for answering me…
By Jim Pemberton 08/01/13
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
Be like waves which crash on the jetty
Washing all our impurities away
Waves like a crescent curtain dangling in its fringes
Unearthing sunken precious stones
Hurling them up above the elevation
Hanging on dear life right ahead
Waves that don't crush us because we wish it
Waves that surface and in turn are subdued
Waves we are in this depth of consciousness
Appeal to and unearth your Godly wisdom
Uphold and hang in the untimely crush
Be strong, be heard, be known and be well
For all will suffice at the end of the spray
Copyright © Coty Benrimoj
I keep trying to tell you;
But you’re just not listening.
I tell you time is running out;
And you tell me you’re just taking care of business.
What I’m doing right now;
This isn’t forever (you say);
And I know what you’re saying is;
Don’t worry I’ll be back.
No woman, that’s an incorrect assumption;
Just like the spring, love is about to bloom all over;
Real soon it might be in full bloom;
And so woman there won’t be nothing left to come back to.
In our last conversation what was it I said?
I told you I might be gone soon didn’t I?
You said I wish you wouldn’t, thinking I meant I was moving.
Moving on sweetie pie and what did you expect no one would want me?
Digest this old friend; she’s everything you never were and more;
She seems more than I ever hoped I could have or dreamed of.
And get this honey; God is the arranger, the producer and director.
If she and I ever become “we” you can bet I won’t be looking back.
It had to happen eventually you know;
What is this the third or fourth time?
How many times you think God was going to let you hurt me?
I’m trying to tell you something; will you please listen.
I know none of this will cause you any mind;
You’ll continue on with him because you think you need him.
Remember I never have asked you to come back though have I?
I’ve been asking you to rid yourself of that obligation you are under.
Time my love; do you remember about it?
You have to see if things will withstand the test of time.
Well I’m tired of trying to tell you;
I guess it’s time for you to live in and pay for your own mistakes.
The crazy thing is I know you’re relying on that weak spot I have for you.
But you can’t touch me this time; I got God on my side.
I don’t bust any of my moves or display my charming ways; I’m running on faith;
And it’s so good; I got you to thank for that, now isn’t life ironic?
Maybe you need to learn to sing the blues;
You have no ace in the hole and no back up.
You that likes to call yourself being miss independent.
You let it all ride on one untested man; shame –shame.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina
Do not listen to the voice of fear
Or the thoughts of doubt that you shall hear
The Lord will surely bless our day
He is the One who made the way
Be strong in Him; you know you can
Trust in the work of the Son of man
Copyright © John Squires
I do not know?
do we hear the cries of the dead?
the stench of violence
society makes it hard for us
the fighting of ones rights and equal opporunity
dreams that conceal our nightmares
hear the crys
smell the depression
heal the lies of ones heart
taste the world of peace
hopefully death will eventually decrease
hear the outcome of wars
battle scars and blood left on our land
listen to the heartbeat of passion and love
hear my angles sing from our father gates
the gates of good souls that sing for life
death is the begining of life
smell the scent of fear
violence and destruction of natural life , god fears
touch the affect of god streaming tears
his world , destroyed by deception of the devil
see the clip of a gun
hear the peircing sounds as it hits gods kids
the blood that stands gods land
listen to our hearts and passion
hear god calls
the calls of honesty
just take a look at the world, listen and sense all the postive and negative outcomes
listen to the world
now as you listen. speak with your heart!
Copyright © fago franklin
If I say that I love God,
yet refuse to listen…
Then his blessings in my life
is what I’ll be missin.’
If I say that I love him and am sincere…
I’ll not be afraid.
Because he’s always here!
If I say that I believe his
word to be true…
Then I ought to live the way
Christ wants me to!
If I say that I will daily
give him 100 percent…
Then I need to humble myself
and to him… Repent!
If I say that I will seek
to serve one another…
Then I need to be there for
my sister and brother!
If I say that Jesus is truly
the Lord of my life…
Then he will bless me and
my kids and wife…
Why not say; “I invite you Jesus
to come inside to live.?”
“I accept your blood and
power to forgive!”
Won’t you say; “Here I am Jesus...”
“Here I come!”
And experience the life-changing
power of God’s risen son!
Christ says; “You that have burdens...”
“I will give you rest…”
Living for Jesus is
always the BEST!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton
I never thought I'd live to see God send his words thru the likes of me But now he has,
and I embrace it I didn't ask, even though some chase it But he chose me and still I
wonder Why send it thru a soul so gone asunder But still these words are not my own Even
though, I say them on the phone To a soul I know can appreciate A God so good, A God so
great But its never too early, its never to late To redeem a soul and clear the slate Of
deeds undone and gifts un gave Don't take them to your un dug grave So listen now or
listen later The price you pay may just be greater than any gift you could ever bye Dont
wait to long, do this before you die For its not me you're listening to He's in your ear,
just hear him thru The rest of your life and you'll find peace Don't wait until your life
Copyright © Carol Manion