A Small Voice

I see, but I am blind I hear, but I am deaf I taste, but all is bland I touch, but I do not feel I smell, but the scent is elusive Our senses conforming to the world Influenced and molded by that deceptive designer So skillful and crafty in guiding us away Ever so masterfully allowing us our way That we become accustomed to being in the darkness What was once Holy is seen as folly Truth is eroded, past rules are just old-fashioned Being modern, everything is acceptable What fun, join the crowd, we are free Free to experience everything the world offers But we have this small inner voice Almost extinguished by that smiling deceiver Something inside whispers during our quiet times That our way is going against the grain Some unexplainable sixth sense speaking softly Fleeting thoughts of some other direction A pull in our hearts that will not go away Another way begins to enter our consciousness A way that reveals our freedom is actually bondage And that true freedom is found when we come to believe In that One who comes to us where we are All faults known, we are accepted and forgiven By that One who has waited so long for us to come home An unknown kind of love shown by our Heavenly Father Who wants to be in a relationship with those so undeserving The veil is lifted and our senses are refocused on His way We are accepted as a child of God because of One on a cross We then know true freedom enjoyed with Him for eternity