His voice…

I live to hear that voice…

The life-giving-words of a father who guides every step of the way

As I awake to the morning light… his love-words linger over my soul

…waiting for my heart to turn and my eyes to gaze upon Him

His words wrap me in a cloak

They protect me from the evil lies; the horrid whispers that seek to torment

His voice is potent, it breathes, it lives

It conquers, it avenges

His words like water, like fire; its heals the barren soul, and burns up what is dead

His voice seeks the one; who will turn at sound before the call… the one who will search, the one who will wait…

For He desires to walk upon the oceans of defeat…to calm the raging storms

Oh, hear the voice of eternity

Listen for the words that resurrect the dead

The voice that comforts the weary

The voice that breaks the cedar’s apart

My heart listen for his voice

For without him, I die slowly…

Kristina Constance Olise

 

 

 

 

 

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