Listen

There is a dark place from winst I came I could not see, did not know my name So cold and alone did I feel No hope at all, I would not-could not heal. From within that place the light that shines I saw I heard a tiny whisper, a new name I heard Him call Whose voice is this I hear from these depths from which I tread? What is that light I see It looks like hope instead of fear maybe I'm not dead Not really understanding why, I seemed not to crawl but to fly out of that deep dark hole I saw a bright star cry I remember vividly as if it were happening now Such joy filled my heart Such happiness, such bliss- Upon my spirit a new life came to exist. Still today, each day, I thank Him I close my eyes to the worldly wise and all He asks is, "Listen".