The Voice of my Father

We are much more that mere flesh

WHEN MY FATHER SPEAKES

There is a voice within me,
A faint whisper, a gentle longing of my spirit.
When my Father speaks.
When my Father speaks to me.

A stillness.
A calm that overtakes me.
When my Father speaks.
When my Father speaks to me.

As He formed the worlds
Let there be…
Lush green grass, calm blue seas,
The sun by day and the moon by night
that brought the stars to me.  Letting me
breath His goodness in the twilight of my day.


He did form me, not a let there be.
But a “Let us make Man to our image and likeness”
Within the faintness of my standing, HAVING DONE ALL
TO STAND...
There is a voice within me,
A faint whisper, a gentle longing of my spirit
When my Father speaks.
When my Father speaks to me.