The Voice That Saved Her
In the stillness of the midnight, she stood crying hopelessly.
A stranger the world became to her, unexpectedly.
It created separation and distance of everything in her life,
in an environment where she felt disconnected and in so much fright.
So, she wanders through the darkness in search of a miracle
that will erase the stranger and turn her life into value.
Suddenly, as she trembled in the midst of the chilly wind,
a voice whispered to the little girl, a voice so determined.
Frightened and still shaking, she turned to see who it was.
But she saw no clear vision, it was only their voice.
Peace and goodwill eased the fright in the little child,
as she listened to the voice that seemed to sooth away her fright.
From that moment onwards, the little girl realized
that it was God’s voice that came to her that night.
A voice living and active, sharper than any double edge sword,
a voice that she could not have ignored.
For that voice she heard gave her hope and strength,
to not be afraid but to face life with confidence.
Her life became meaningful; she had witnessed the greatest cure.
It was all because of the voice that saved her.
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