A Voice Stirred From Within
When I stole a ball
from the corner store
Who are you
A voice stirred from within
When I told my best friend
a bold-faced lie
Who are you
A voice tugged from within
As I raised a hand
to strike my child
Who are you
A voice cried from within
As my good wife let me know
she'd reached the end of her rope
That voice lay stock still
~ I'd not done God's will
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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