Friday, February 29, 2008

Hearing Him

Hearing Him

Days of chaos
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

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-