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Whose Voice?

So many voices,
So many choices,
So many angry ones,
So many hurting ones, So many bitter ones,
So many tired ones,
So many hidden tears,
So many wasted years.

When will we listen
To the voice that is silent?
When will we stop —
And heed the word of life?
When will we seek for the One
Who gently, graciously,
Holds out the way,
The truth,
His life.

When will we turn
From wandering aimlessly?
When will we come
And kneel at his feet?
When will we let
The embrace of the living One
Heal us, restore us and make us complete?

Diana Samuelson

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Last modified: 25th November 2005