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Answer The Call
by vincent lyons High on a cliff overlooking the ocean Watching the waves breaking hard on the shore, Awed by the sound of its thundering motion, Unceasing tumult and deafening roar-- Drowns not the whisper that speaks to my soul. Played out in nature a drama before me; I, an observer just watching it all; Groaning creation's the theme of the story, Nature in turmoil because of the fall-- Speaks to my spirit a voice 'still and small'. Nations are angry just like the billows, Raging and roaring and rushing in vain-- Picture the Saviour asleep on His pillow, Treating their threatening with utter disdain-- Word of His mouth will uncover their shame. Not for amusement God gives inspiration, No empty whimsy that pleases the mind; Nature abounds to confirm revelation, Opens the eyes of the ones born blind-- Oceans of truth a true seeker can find. Whispers we hear in the world's mad commotion Easily drown in the sea of despair-- World, flesh and devil, the carnal man's portion Take your heart captive, your soul they ensnare; Flee their enticing!! Not a moment to spare! High on a cross overlooking the nations One paid a price--God's redemption for all-- Cursed on a tree, breaks the curse on creation, God's love and justice reverses the fall-- Drown not the whisper but answer the call. I am a Christian who belongs to a home church in Sydney, Australia. I am Irish by birth and desire to further the gospel of Christ by my life and my poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |