Hearing Your Voice.
When I look forlorn;when things seem not
to go the way they should.When the burden
of the thought of unfavourable events seems
to weigh me down.When I am overwhelmed by
the mist of the confusion,and everything
is in a maze.If I just call you,my worries
fade away.Hearing your voice and the
encouraging words that come with it,makes
me feel I can achieve the unachievable.
Your voice comes like the Sun shinning away
the fog of tribulations.It's like a cold
water running down the throat of a thirsty
person.As welcoming as One finding an Oasis
in the desert.Your voice soothes my anxiety
and apprehentions.It sparks a strenght in
me that makes me strive harder to overcome
hinderances.If for nothing else,for that
One who is a shoulder to cry on;who loves
me unconditionally.And whose voice is a
relief always.You,and just you,my love.
Copyright © Raymond Emeka-Mbah | Year Posted 2005
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