Though it pierce me in the heart
And draw blood in ocean waves
Though it tell me sweet sweet things
That there is love for me.
Though it tell me I must change
though it tell me I must move
though it tell me I must act
though it tell me I must wait.
Though my ears are deaf
and my tongue is dumb
truth is what I seek
and of course its love.
This may be
a season long
be still to hear the voice.
Would I kill an Egyptian,
And leave my “mother’s” house?
Would I identify with them,
The people of my birth?
Or am I just like Christovoa?
And cannot take the pit
and in my days of hardship
I fall so far away.
But what has been begun by Him
I could no more stop
Than move a mountain on my own
with my spoken word.
“I love you.”
Silence.
I give a look.
Silence
I look away
Her mouth tries to move
and form
words
but…
Silence.
I leave
in my own silence.
I felt the hand of God
On my child’s heart
He took away my fear at night
When I had prayed to start.
I heard the whisper of God
It told me to look up
And I was so exhausted then
My soul an empty cup.
I heard the voice of God
It told me to wrestle hard
From front to back in His own book
With the evil I had sparred.
I fear the shout of God
Though I can’t see the way
And it’s hard to hear in this wild storm
And I can’t find my way.
But who am I to know,
Anything of Him?
And why would He my broken form,
Choose to enter in?
But now I know the silence speaks
And I am just a fool to turn
And if my fears are not made flesh
My soul the silence it will burn.
When the band doesn’t play
We cannot cheer
We fall silent.
If the sun fades to black
We cannot see
We fall silent.
At the ringing of the bell
We cannot hear
We fall silent.
Yet with this much noise
We cannot hear, we cannot see, we can give no praise
We cannot be silent.
And our inability makes us dumb
It makes us deaf, it makes us ungrateful
And we are still not silent.
All our noise keeps us from
The voices of our hearts, and more importantly,
The voice of God.
A Soul's Walk 