A Small Voice Calls

Margaret V.Doran

It isn’t as if I can hear it
the small voice that calls me
to step out of everyday complacency
and put my heart in front of my head;
to do something unreasonable
illogical yet not to be renounced

For somewhere in the voice exists
the power of God to turn my will
to do His work as He commands
outside of normal and predictable
and I must comply or suffer the grief
of denying my Lord

And how could I justify my own existence
if I turned away from His still, small voice
to pretend that it did not oblige me
by whatever means it does
to do His will no matter what the cost
should I close my heart’s ears, I would be lost

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Updated March 13, 2005
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