Whisper

Trying my best to figure this thing out.
My mind pleads for evidence
afraid of my doubts.
Am I looking for certainty?
Am I waiting for a sign?
Listening for a whisper or a visit from the divine?

Empty-handed I return to the place
this journey began
And in my daze I peer through the haze
and cling to my faith like a child.
Because it’s there that Your words come to life
As if You breathed them into my heart
It’s more than a touch, more than a whisper
It’s more than a feeling, more than a shiver.
I’ve found a reality that’s beyond what I feel
Hope and faith that’s supernaturally surreal.

Still trying my best to figure this thing out
my soul finds contentment, but I’m still unsure about
This “certainty” that I’ve found
is more than a sign or a whisper I can hear--
the still small voice screaming, “believe”
deafening to my ear.

In this solitary search
Your words rattle in my soul
Words that take me to a place of peace
It’s only there have I ever rested
And the chaos seems to cease.

Still trying my best to figure this thing out…

John Woodrum, 2004