My Voice

in the morning, its deep and I work the kinks out in a hot shower. thinking about my day and depending on how I feel, I sing about me, about him, about us, about them, about her and they all matter to Him. I matter, my voice matters. i have a voice and it has a testimony that is not defined by flesh and blood alone but by spirit and soul. with a tea or something hot i can even amaze my self at how high my voice can reach by noon.

i’m listening to Him all day, all evening, when does he hear my voice?

He responds, “Now is the time!”

“To testify?”

“Yes, let go.”

Next blog: “Born”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s