How Do I Know It Is He? Poem by Kimberly Lindsey

I have been talking a lot with the man upstairs,
Trying to discern His voice, from the cacophony of sound.

I try to be still and clear my mind,
So that I might listen with care.

More often than not, I fall asleep,
My goodness, do tell, what is wrong with me?

Either internal banter, or chattering chaos,
When I just want to hear Him, and His thoughts.

When in slumber, do we still hear?
The voice of God, whispers in our ears?

And how do we know that it is HE that has spoken?
Giving guidance, direction, on a topic that was spoken?

I am always afraid, when I hear that small voice,
That it may not be the Lord, and I am listening wrong.

To the one who will lead us into the fires we can never leave.
I know that God speaks, answers our prayers,
Gives guidance and instruction, to those with ears that hear.

I don’t want to make the mistake of listening wrong or not at all,
But how do I know it is He that I hear?


1/18/2010