The Quiet Voice

The Quiet Voice

A mysterious life, of curves and bumps
Amidst tall trees and twisted stumps -

A glimpse of heaven, a glimpse of hell
Through eyes the future blindly tell:

What purpose do we have to follow
In a winding path, through hill and hollow?

As we wonder at each pain and blessing
An answer to our hearts is pressing;

The quiet voice calls out so low:
To love and serve Him from below.

© Copyright 2004, Dave Retz