Listening Finally
For years I let the jangle
Fill up my ears with noise
And things that seemed so precious
A useless pack of toys.
When all along the Saviour
Was whispering from behind
With words of comfort, rescue
To free my heart and mind.
But circumstances pushed me
And fear of men held sway
And old routines still bound me
With just no time to pray.
Until a certain crisis
Without the means to cope
And all the paths of mortals
Quite destitute of hope.
Yes, then His voice came louder
As I was wont to hear
My Friend so close, neglected
Spoke faith into my fear.
And Jesus healed my deafness
With mercy’s strange alloy
My new delight to listen
His Voice my crowning joy.
Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2017
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