His Venerable Voice

~His Venerable Voice~

I heard God’s voice, once, long ago—a memory I’ll keep.
A sound so deep, so soft, so low; I could not help but weep.
I wasn’t in a fancy church, nor highest holy temple.
But in an oily, old garage — a room so small and simple.

 
 
The air was charged with static as small hairs upon my neck
stood straight on end–my will, He’d bend–my life was such a wreck.
I’d planned to take my life that day, yet God had other plans.
Then, as He spoke, my soul awoke; He uttered these commands—

“My son, your task has just begun, it will not end today.
For I have special plans for you; you’ve so much more to say.
You feel your life is over now; you’re broken, bruised and torn.
But I bled on the cross for you— you’re mine since you’ve been born.

 
 
Yea, obstacles will come your way; you’ll overcome them all.
And I’ll be near to quell your fear then catch you if you fall.
Remember what I’ve done for you; you are my special child.
Now go, live life, give graciously”—and thus, I was beguiled

 
 
to live my life just as He’d asked, to love my fellow man.
To give my all, to never fall—to do the best I can.
You think I’m just “that horror guy?” then you had best think twice.
While I'm headstrong, I still belong to my Savior, Jesus Christ.