The Whisper

Are you listening, my distracted child?
I have something to say if you’ll hear.
Your thoughts, they’re so anxious and wild
They reflect your soul like a mirror.


Why do you break your heart and reel with doubt?
You cry that your glassy world has become rough.
You say I’ve taken things you cannot live without;
My child, am I not enough?


You’ve heard much of my all-sufficiency,
You once professed that yes, it is true.
Yet you experienced pain, now you scoff my efficiency,
And claim my tender mercies can’t possibly be for you.


Have my attributes met their match in your life?
Can my unchangeableness ever change?
Your suspicious distrust cuts your Father’s heart like a knife,
Oh you who think that you are outside of my range.


All my children experience deep hurt in their walk;
Did you honestly think you were the first?
I tailored your trial to make your world sway and rock
And drive you to me with your unquenchable thirst.


You look with hopelessness at the pain ahead,
And wonder how you will possibly survive.
I ask you to live moment by moment instead,
And allow my sovereignty to be your stay and drive.


I know that your heart is aching, I do;
I ask you for your unwavering trust.
My grace is sufficient, my mercies are new;
Watch me raise my masterpiece from your dust.



written and posted by Lydia