When He speaks

This poem is dedicated to my pastor

Early in morning so quiet and still

Softly blowing a gentle breeze we feel

Sunrise colors fill up the sky 

Peaceful moments we let slip by

Shut off the phone, and noise around 

Silent, quiet listen to the sound 

A soft whisper gentle at best 

Our Lord speaks when we are at rest 

To hear his voice is to calm our hearts

Seek him first for He never departs 

Words of wisdom and answers He gives 

He's not dead the creator lives 

Pray to him with hearts open wide

Pour out your soul, no need to hide

Then wait and listen, His spirit will appear

To all who are desperately seeking His will

When He speaks do we doubt in shame

Do we obey and take action in Jesus' Name 

What we do next shows are hearts true desire

Ignoring, disobey do we call Him a liar 

Try. Have Faith, Endurance, for He is The Provider 

When He speaks listen for His power always remains 

His love is everlasting for His faithfulness is just the same 

Never doubt although easy to do

for God is listening He cares about you 

By: Hannah Austin 

4/8/25 @ 8:10 am