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| THE VOICE |
| In the farthest reach of darkness, a tiny Voice is heard. It's more the sound of stillness than identifiable word, A comfort out of fear, the fear of being alone. I, at first thought it imagined, but the Voice grew ever strong. In my tears and deep depression, the message seemed absurd And yet, I heard it clearly, "Just believe me at my word." In a daze of self pity, I tried to focus and make it clear, But I realized self-absorption, made it impossible to hear. So, I dropped the mask of pride and tried to let the outside in, Became detached enough to recognize my sin. It started getting stronger and a sunbeam pierced the gloom, Suddenly, I saw my situation from the corner of the room. It didn't seem so hopeless, once I focused less on me, In fact, the more I heard the Voice, the more hope I could see. The illuminating sunbeams seemed to help me hear the Voice, I could hear the sense of purpose, and even recognize my choice. I could remain here forever, no one on earth could make me leave, Just stay focused on my self, and not care that loved ones grieved. For a time, it was almost tempting, just to stay where I had been, But then I had heard the Voice and it had brought the sunshine in. Suddenly I could focus on something other than me, After all the years of looking, I could finally see. The key to leaving the darkness and getting out of that tomb, Was to acknowledge "love of self" had locked me in that room. Stronger the Voice reminded, "Just believe me at my word," And as I questioned the meaning, oh, the Scriptures that I heard. Greater love hath no man, than when down his life he lay, I could see no "love of self" in that little phrase. Father, please forgive them, they know not what they do, Our beloved Savior, had shown us that was true. Over and over, as theses verses came to mind, Slowly they continued to put the reasons with the rhyme. So, out of the room of darkness I came, with rapture I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe so long I'd dwelt and swallowed old Satan's lies. I don't feel the fear of being alone, the depressions is gone, I am free. I just had to listen to a Voice not my own, and love something other than me! |
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| by Cadi Nobles |
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