Listen

Have never been good at listening

To really listen

I know He talks
He 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 me

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.

          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.

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.

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         soli deo gloria