House of Whispers-Fields of His Grace
Secrets...from the house of whispers
keep calling out my name - in the halls and rooms
where as a child I lived and walked within
Unknown secrets, memories that wake me in my sleep
yet I'm never quite able to grasp their meanings
They're outlined in fuzzy images - words not spoken
But still… I hear unnamed voices
whispering secrets, whispering unknown words in my ear
I wander alone in fields of sorrow -
crying out for asylum from my house of whispers
They call out with unnamed voices
trying to murmer secret, unknown words in my ear
~~~
I go now to my place in fields of grace
where all is quiet - a place where I can rest
where God showed me I was loved and safe-
He told me I could stay till healing came
until my soul has been restored in His holy fields of grace
Those unknown secrets and memories
that woke me from my sleep- have quieted their voices
My ears have been silenced to them
Now, the only voice I hear...
is God whispering in my ear
whispering that I am safe in His place
My soul restored...
as I calmly walk in His healing fields of grace
Copyright © Anne P. Murray | Year Posted 2012
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