The Whisper'
It started a long time ago.
How this came about I just don't know.
But that whisper, that little voice,
actually told me to listen. I had no choice.
It started minutely just a soft whisper.
Built itself louder and it was like a distant drifter.
As I grew I was reminded by the whisper that Jesus was in me.
So as I grew in knowledge the whisper grew inside you see'
It was something I could not evade,
The whisper told me of Jesus and I listened to what it said.
Not to worry though as I grew it grew too and I still have it.
It comforts me in the tough times, on rainy nights, and knowing what is right.
Whispers have a way of turning the noise level up.
With the Lord you can never give in to sin, you drink from the Spirits cup.
Whispers turn sometimes louder still, too louder matters and things.
It also leads you to a Spiritual life and all the gifts it can bring.
The Lord gives his Spirit to a life long drifter,
Who changed his mind often but now he's a Spiritual giver.
His road was already planned for him by His Father a long time ago.
Just ask the whisper, (it's in all of us') His whisper will tell you and you will know.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2011
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