He talks to me in poetry,
He gives me words to speak.
Often when I’m wide-awake,
but also in my sleep.
You may think I sound pathetic,
Words of beauty so poetic.
Then at times they’re quite prophetic.
Always with a heartfelt message.
That message is for you to hear
That message is simple, always clear.
Like do not fear.
He talks to me at the strangest times,
Nearly always in words that rhyme.
He gave me a mouth to speak without fuss
And two ears to listen, twice as much.
Yes, listen, something we all can do.
So why don’t you?
If it was anyone else talking to you,
You would listen wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t
So, why don’t you listen to Him?
Words lost upon a whim.
Too many distractions, broken attractions,
Listen a fraction, dissatisfaction.
Every action has a reaction.
Come now listen to Him.
Somehow vision the win.
His words will set your tongue on fire
Don’t be blinded by the liar.
Tell me your desire? You want to be
Listen be-a-trier. Time to choose the fire.
Set your tongue on fire.
Instead you’re the denier.
Lost within the mire,
He is now the crier.
To ignore that loving voice,
it really is your choice.
But every action has a reaction,
consequences we must face.
His love was shown in action,
to recompense the human race.
Now He talks to me, He talks to you too,
but you? Don’t have a clue, do you?
Don’t listen with your ears,
your heart you must use.
No longer be confused.
Just let Him in and you will win,
no longer you refuse.