Your Voice
Your voice, I hear it, yet sometimes I struggle to discern.
I claim to be ignorant when truthfully it's my own desires I yearn.
I sometimes try to argue that it's not Your voice I hear.
I'd better stop taking Your will lightly before I end up in damnation's pier.
The Voice I hear is the same One which told Noah to build the Ark.
Lord bless me to use wisdom, bless me to follow You with my whole heart.
Thank You for giving me an understanding, thank You for pulling me out of Hell's grip.
Thank You for overriding my immaturity. Sweet King thank You for using love instead of a whip.