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