by Seth Gatchell
I think I “heard” God’s voice, though not His voice, per se.
“I’m glad that you are here. That’s true for you, alway!
Will you believe that’s true? It can anchor your soul.”
Something strengthened inside, drawn, yearns to be made whole.
Is the voice of God heard sometimes through a dear friend?
The whispers of God’s truth, faintly heard? Hearts to mend?
A sister’s thoughtful words pierces my heart’s hard crust,
Stirring thirst to please Him, and anchors me in trust.
Do the eyes of Jesus, look at me through your eyes?
Is that His care I see, power to break shame’s lies?
Is that His smile at me, the smile that’s on your face?
Can His smile through you break my shame? My guilt? Disgrace?
Does God’s Holy Spirit comfort me through your touch?
Does a friend’s robust hug galvanize me as such?
When someone is with me, a hand on my shoulders
Is that Your presence which helps me face my boulders?
Is God’s delight for you seen in my countenance?
Could my attentive glance give your heart sustenance?
If I had been with you, would someone know He came?
Let God be on display through me who bears His name!
Easy to love others when things are smooth and “right,”
But when in trials and pain, you’re in for a hard fight.
Self-centered? Justified? “Love pays this heavy price?”
Reflecting Jesus’ cross, in pain and sacrifice.