Hearing Him
2-28-08
Days of chaos
Loudness
Never-ending noise
On days like these I become isolated
Put myself in a place with no sound
Attempting to hear Him just once
My mind yearns for His words
As I drift into a noiseless place
I see Him talking
Slowly I begin to understand
Listening to Him whisper sweet words
Telling me my world shall remain solid
God
My Rock
My Solid Ground
Lifts me up and holds me in his arms
Still hearing His whispers in my ear
I lay to rest this mind I have
And fall asleep His hands in mine
-By: Jenny Fisk-
2-28-08
Days of chaos
Loudness
Never-ending noise
On days like these I become isolated
Put myself in a place with no sound
Attempting to hear Him just once
My mind yearns for His words
As I drift into a noiseless place
I see Him talking
Slowly I begin to understand
Listening to Him whisper sweet words
Telling me my world shall remain solid
God
My Rock
My Solid Ground
Lifts me up and holds me in his arms
Still hearing His whispers in my ear
I lay to rest this mind I have
And fall asleep His hands in mine
-By: Jenny Fisk-
