By Michaela Bush
There is a voice that stays deep inside, It’s something enormous I can’t seem to hide. The quiet whisper, the thrill of joy, No one can possibly think to destroy.
I follow this whisper from day to day, And it shows me every single way I can become the person God intended— The person within me that’s so very splendid.
I know it’s right, the voice I follow, For every day, even through the morrow, I seek this voice, this quiet murmur, And God’s embrace grows around me firmer.
It may be hard, it may be a struggle, All of the tasks I will have to juggle. I might also stumble, fall, and ask why, But You, oh Lord, hear my singular cry.
The call isn’t easy, to old times I might relapse, But in the end, on the bed I collapse, I wonder how the events, in the long haul, Will show me the way—God’s infallible call.
