Whispering voice

I sought the Lord's whispering voice
and my willingness to listen
blessed me with the grace of
hearing how much He loves me.

I sang a song out of joy
leaking from my overflowing heart,
my container once cracked and empty
furnished living water for the waiting saints.

I spoke of smiles and great laughter.
Telling dreams of the ever-lasting
extolling His grand mercy
that led me to the cross.

I cried out in exaltation.
Planting seeds for His great garden,
while spreading love to all near me
to thank Him for such a gift.

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