God Loves To Hear Our Voice Poem by Joye Atkinson

The other night while I rested peacefully in bed
The Lord spoke to my spirit and this is what he said
I just want to tell you how much it means to me
For you to say you love me though my face you cannot see
For many years I've watched you struggle day by day
And wonder if I hear you everytime you pray
There are many people who ask for lavish things
Some want a fancy house or car or a big shining ring
Of course it is my pleasure to grant their heart's desire
But how much it would mean to me if they hungered for my fire
You know sometimes I do get tired and it really makes me sad
To hear my children question me when things in life go bad
How I long to hear them say thank you for all you've done
Thank you for your faithfulness and for every victory won
I know you've come a long way from where you used to be
That has become for evident in the time you spend with me
When I hear you praise my name it makes my heart rejoice
So please talk to me everyday I love to hear your voice