The Small Still Voice - Poem by Bebai Rosa
A voice in the wilderness, a gentle spirit
It's crying out ' I'm here for you ' Can you hear it?
A voice of comfort, that draws you near it
The demons tremble and flee in fear of it
It's the voice that speaks in your darkest hour
A voice of many waters and a strong tower
Sprinkling words of comfort, and sprays of love showers
It's source is divine, and of infinite power
Your mind it will refresh and your heart will be cleansed
It has the ability to correct, bless and mend
In times of trouble, your ears he'll bend
There's no greater source of lover or friend
Tis the voice of YESHUA THE MESSIAH!
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