Eastern sky's warmth is felt
as I wait,
listening for sweet sound...
sound words that direct and soothe,
as Your plan and purpose is unfolded in them.
I wait,
knowing there will be a sound heard
that brings wisdom,
that sound mind might be restored
and the fray silenced.
My eyes are fixed like flint,
my ears pricked,
my taste,
my touch,
my smell
alerted,
that Your voice is not lost
to my understanding.
May it come this day, as You deem to my heart.
Hold fast to the pattern of sound words...
2 Tim. 1:13 NKJV
