Hearing That Still Small Voice

Based in part on 2 Samuel 7:18-19:

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Hearing That Still Small Voice
by Michael Doyle

First and foremost in questions of worship
Is the supreme importance of your relationship
To God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
It is to valued most as though you fear it

By fear, of course, I mean shown the utmost respect
Never to be treated carelessly or with any neglect
Meditating on the things of the Lord gives us all
In this particular is the decision as to obeying His call

As back to when David supplicated himself fully broken
We too are to listen and spend time on God's words spoken
It is in spending this time that we offer our devotion
The solace and source of the eternal peace instead of commotion

In this day and time, finding this quiet time is not easy
And still the scriptures say this is the ways pleasing to He
Who loves us unconditionally and in yielding be forgiven
And in being forgiven coming to the place of truly living

Our life is about, as always, setting and distinguishing priority
It is as simple as that without our excuses of complexity
Just the worshipper and God spending time with a clean heart
And a willingness to listen to what He needs to say from the start

Daily time must be set aside for the practice of holy communion
In which there is a transforming quietude of God and man's reunion
Determining as we will the course of our daily happenstance
We set out the intentional course beyond our hurried circumstance

Finding these times to talk and spend time beyond striving
Will find each of us making the space without contriving
This time spent in mutual and easy moments of true seclusion
Will allow God to speak to the heart moving us beyond our illusion

(c) June 22, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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