Respond To The Voice - Poem by Thandolwethu Ntshintshi
Respond to the Voice
The earth heard His voice and responded to the voice of life through action.
Lights’ radiance ceased to dingle but rather illuminated the earth through His word and He said, ” let there be light and there was light”.
Life came to form, corns gave life to trees, and land gave way to majestic oceans, and skies an omnibus of flying creatures and an extension of human exploratory mind.
All for all it became creatures alike reigned over the earth but humankind with high supremacy to all. He was, He is, and is to reign with high regard than any other.
“What man that He gives great concern of...”
An intuitive question it is, by Him we became, by Him we starred up the ladder of life Him the supportive structure of the ladder of life…”I will never leave you nor forsake you” He assured us.
man stare up the ladder with unreliable structures, we wonder with a detriment, loss of the life we are to have but now He says, ”..If you lose your life because of me you will find it” for it is said, “in Him we leave, move and have our being”
What can I do without you? We are to ask ourselves an introspective question that needs one with no mandatory, forced to carry the meditation to confirm He is the way.
Respond then to Him, respond then to Him. The earth heard his voice and you, you and you, what voice do you hear?
His splendor and might surpasses all human comprehensions
He is the overseer of all things, a well of over flowing streams of rivers of hope and of love.
An antidote of any human viral and inconceivable traits known to human kind He is.
He is a voice to the voiceless, a spirit of hope to the despairing, a mentor of life and a friend indeed.
The echo of His voice brings life, replenishes and restores.
Respond then to the echo of His voice, respond, this is life
Respond to Him He is life.
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