Still, small voice

microphone-933057_1920Blink, think, grasp and hold. My mind is racing, tears unfold.

Stop, wait, my head will explode!

What can I do to release this fear? No hope!


Push, pull, fast then slow. My pace of life, don’t know how to control!

Then a still, small voice gently pokes and  prods,

“It’s me you need, you can’t do this on your tod!”.


Someone is there! The higher voice that cares.

He’s aware of my predicament, my problems, my pleas and my pains.

Without Him I struggle, fear and death try to claim.

With Him I can get through, anything that comes my way.

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