Voices

Walking through the forest of life, many voices resound.

Some roar and some whisper,

Some worthless and some profound.

Yet out of these voices, three can be narrowed,

All are potent and calling for thee.

One of these voices speaks with great concern,

spurring focus on yourself and forgetting others.

It draws you in by dint of pride's sweet scent,

All the while dimming your senses to true Love.

This is the voice born of human mess,

This is the voice of the human flesh.

The flesh is not alone however; it has a great friend.

The two are of same mind and to the other a helping hand they will always lend.

This voice is one of lies,

a voice that's very being does truth despise.

It tells you to the throne of this universe, you are the heir.

All the while dragging you into chasm despair.

This is the voice from the throne room of hell,

this is the voice of the devil himself.

If these voices were the only,

hope would have no place.

But thanks be to heaven, for above all there is the voice of Grace!

While the other two voices roar out of fear,

the voice of Grace you must be still to hear.

This voice speaks truth that cuts deeper than any sword two-edged,

piercing the very depths of the soul.

This is the voice of heaven's Blessed.

It calls to thee in the dark of night,

renaming the wretched

beloved and precious in His sight.

Lastly, it speaks the words which define all of creation,

the words of the Divine:

I love you.