The Voice

Upon the searing blinding light, Your voice calls to me in the night. To fight for greatness and for what is fair, A cold breeze fills the moistened air. I hear your words and I do run, To kill the darkness and praise the sun. Which lifts us up and gives us life, To kill depression and lessen strife. Your voice is soothing it drowns my fears, The ringing echoes through my ears. To bring me peace, just like a song. To teach me right and punish wrong. Ease the pain, I pray thee tell, Am I from Heaven or am I from Hell? These swings do come with tempered blows, I have my highs and I have my lows. I run between all the trees, And drop down roughly on my knees. To ask for peace amongst it all, To listen for your gracious call. Yet somehow I feel you there with me, My mind if filled with clarity. I hear the wind and look around, But you are nowhere seen or found.