The Still Small Voice
He speaks from within, yes, that still small voice
we often think that it is the devil.
In a gentle whisper, not in the noise
we often ignore and choose the evil.
With a voice as loud as peals of thunder,
trepidation will drive us all away;
physically as Moses got closer,
our ungodliness won't pave that straight way.
Yet he speaks to us always, down the line
tranquilly, probably through the silence.
How could He keep the chosen in the vine
where they cannot but enjoy His presence.
We always pray: speak to me o my Lord
yet that still small voice is the voice of God.
Copyright © Emmanuel Obeng Yeboah | Year Posted 2020
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