Sometimes a shout. more often a whisper
confident or hesitant
faltering or strong and clear
my voice
in s
t
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p
s,
in s p a c e s
in bold print and flourishing italics
in very tiny fonts almost too small to read
yet wonders why it can't be heard
I am learning to listen
to speak what I hear
and breathe in the silence
to do only as He did and does still...
I can't do a solitary thing on my own: I listen, then I decide. You can trust my decision because I'm not out to get my own way but only to carry out orders. If I were simply speaking on my own account, it would be an empty, self-serving witness. John 5:30 The Message
May I be a mere shadow of my Lord
and find my voice, an echo of His.
Jamming with Bonnie about finding our voice
Joining in the choir at Emily's of those imperfect yet beloved
5 comments:
I love that verse in that translation! Thank you for sharing that!
Thank you, so right you are to ponder on Jesus saying he spoke only what he heard, and was sent to say. Oh, that I could be like him! Only through his Spirit who does the same. Today we were just studying James 1:19,20: quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...I need to apply this now, daily! Thank you, writing from the fire. Shine on!
to breathe in the silence...
i hear his voice in your words friend. thank you.
I love this poem! There is a Versatile Blogger Award for you over at The Garden Gate. Pick it up when you get chance!
As I was reading your recent posts, this one stood out and I just had to stop and say that this one is beautiful. I'm going to put it on my website. :)
Thanks Karin.
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