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
Copyright © Allen Braaten | Year Posted 2013
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