To really listen
I know He talksHe whispers
He cries out
LISTEN
And what happens when you aren't listening?
Does He stop talking?
I must stop talking first
I must stop getting my 2 cents in before
I must let Him have a turn
What kind of friend am I, never letting him talk?
Have you been listening to Him? What's He saying to you?
My friend and I sang this at church today.
I come to the garden alone,While the dew is still on the roses;And the voice I hear,Falling on my ear,The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with meAnd He talks with me,And He tells me I am his own;And the joy we share as we tarry there,None other has ever known.
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Tho' the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go;
Thro' the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
Linkys I Love:And He talks with me,And He tells me I am his own;And the joy we share as we tarry there,None other has ever known.
Hear It on Sunday, Use It on Monday
on your heart tuesdays
jumping tandem
Spiritual Sunday
Heritage of Faith
soli deo gloria