This Is
To what do I owe this fear
The feeling of God coming too near
No shadows or footsteps or voices appear
Just little places and thoughts made clear
Yet day after day looking to find
What I find everyday that little sign
Sometimes I surrender to that I pine
Jumping with glory after His being kind
But still I fear hearing that voice
Knowing what I know now is it my choice
It's undiscovered if I would fear or rejoice
Sometimes I wonder if His mischief is boist
I see the world around me crumbling fast
Yet my Bible says This is'nt the last
I never think of the economy or if it crash
My interest lye in history to some the ancient past
Scriptures have a way of coming to life
Predicting the future was a Prophets way of strife
God has His chosen, The Groom has a Wife
Is the wedding over was there any requite
Or could God be thinking over
What to do with my life
Are little signs a calling To God and his might
When does seeing God beholding a Holy Light
Or asking His request with in reach of your sight
When will I finally see It's the best thing in my life
When will i ever find that Gods voice is His right
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