'Words Come As A Whisper' Poem by Linda Winchell

Some words come as a whisper,
Almost, as if said in a form of prayer,
Softly spoken beneath my breath,
For God’s ears, in what my whispers share.

I know He hears my every word,
He also reads my every thought,
Whispering prayers asking for forgiveness,
Of what maybe, a sinful heart had brought.

My words are only for my Master’s ears,
Not just to spew hastily about,
No need to yell them to the Heavens’,
No real need to ever shout them out.

Hear me Lord, as I whisper to you softly,
May you understand what I’ve said,
And if you can’t hear me Lord,
Please Lord; please read this poem instead.

By: Linda Winchell