THE VOICE OF GOD

The Voice of God

I heard the voice of God one day, He spoke so clear and plain,

I reveled in the sound of it, such clear and sweet refrain!

But over time, this speech so clear, began to fade and dim,

'til finally I could hear it not, and turned away from Him.

It seemed as though He'd gone from me, so I then sought my way,

and chose which roads were best to go, and suffered every day.

My world was filled with darkened nights, my past seemed just a lie,

no joy, nor love would come to me, my hope began to die.

But in a moment, in a flash, my dulled and sinful heart,

was shown a light, a call from God, that woke me with a start.

For God does not abandon us, but stays real close at hand,

so when we finally "listen up", the truth we understand. 

A still small voice is His, you see. In love, it whispers low

to His Beloved children here, wherever we would go.

The "shouts" are for His enemies, their judgments to begin,

this "distance" then, I'd ill perceived , was from my very sin!

Oh Father's love that ever speaks, Your voice comes to my ear.

My one and only prayer is this: that I'll stay close to hear!

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FOR GOD, I BELIEVE AND RECEIVE

For God, I Believe and Receive

But for the wondrous grace of God,

My wretched state you’d see,

But for the wondrous grace of God,

This man would n’er stand free.

But for this gift of love supreme

The blackness of my night would scream,

With demon’s hate and fire’s pain,

My future full of just the same.

(my future full of just the same)

But for the wondrous grace of God

My useless life would daily stand

in empty tribute to my sin,

a victim to the Law’s demand.

How can a God of Light so pure,

Look on this worm of Adam’s race,

Yet pay a price beyond belief,

To purchase freedom, offer grace?

Why should He give this gift to me?

A man enslaved to sinful life.

Why should His love flow from His Throne,

and free me from my dire plight?

I cannot think these thoughts so high

My mind too simple cannot fly

In such a lofty place above

Where dwells this Perfect God of Love.

Chorus:

But God, I believe and receive, for Your hands, they show us Your love,

And God I believe and receive, this Gift you have sent from above.

For God, I believe and receive, though my eyes cannot see to Your Land,

And God, I believe and receive, for in Your Promise is where I will stand.

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