Your Voice

I haven’t abandoned this blog. My life has just been very crazy the last few months and I haven’t forced myself to set it aside enough to listen for that “still small voice” that comes to those who are willing to hear. I’m trying.

Your Voice

It’s hard to hear that still, small voice
While I am in the storm.
Sometimes, I want to scream and hide
In some place safe and warm.
I’ve let the raging ocean waves,
The roaring of the wind,
Drown out Your voice and keep my eyes
On me and how I’ve sinned.
Lord, help me keep my gaze on You
And all that You have done,
Forget my losses and recall
The victories You’ve won.
Please help me find some quiet place
Each day where I can go,
And read Your Word and take some time
To just be still and know.
I miss the time we used to spend
When I could hear Your voice.
Please help me hear You speak again,
And quiet down the noise.

(c) 2015 Denise McKenney

Feel free to print, share or repost anything on this blog. I do ask that you let me know if you use one of my poems on your blog or at your church somehow. It might give me an idea of better ways to spread His words, which I am always looking to do. And of course, always keep the copyright symbol and my name with the poem so I continue to have the right to use them. You may not realize that if something is posted enough times without the copyright notice, I could lose the copyright and then someone else could conceivably file for a copyright and I would no longer be able to use my own poems! It has happened, so please make sure the (c) is always on the poem whenever you repost. Thanks!

God bless,
Denise McKenney

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About dforchrist

I am a 50+-year-old Christian, live in Indiana with my husband and 3 cats, and love Jesus. God has been giving me the ability to write incredible poems lately as well as the urge to share them. I pray they touch you as He intends.
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1 Response to Your Voice

  1. Joyce says:

    I have really enjoyed reading your poem today. It reminds me of the story about footprints in the sand. Remember that when there was just one set of footprints, it was because they were being carried. You may not be able to hear, see, smell, etc. God, but He is still there, and carrying you.

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