The whispers keep ringing in my head
With a garble that is quite hard to explain
They keep me seeking and searching
Because I need to know where they originate
Whispers with such vibrancy
Who knows where they really come from?
Some say from no where
Perhaps that’s why I can’t find where they come from
However hard I search
When I listen hard enough,
They sound like a reflection of our lifetimes
As soft as they may seem to sound,
As hard as they seem to reflect us
And whether you can hear them or not,
Yet, will they always be around
The whispers keep getting louder in my ears
They are so hard to ignore now
They are not afraid to heard loudly anymore
Now, instead of being shy,
They are not afraid to speak up
They are not afraid to be heard loud and clear
Now, the whispers demand to be acknowledged
And it’s up to you, to listen or ignore
As softly as they may give your ears a tickle
As hard as they will manifest in your life
And if you don’t pay heed,
The wind will carry them away gently
But they won’t be gone forever
They will find a way to come back
Bigger! Louder! More ominous!
But don’t fret
They are just Whispers!
7 He stretches out the north over empty space;
He hangs the earth on nothing.
8 He binds up the water in His thick clouds,
Yet the clouds are not broken under it.
9 He covers the face of His throne,
And spreads His cloud over it.
10 He drew a circular horizon on the face of the waters,
At the boundary of light and darkness.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble,
And are astonished at His rebuke.
12 He stirs up the sea with His power,
And by His understanding He breaks up the storm.
13 By His Spirit He adorned the heavens;
His hand pierced the fleeing serpent.
14 Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways,
And how small a whisper we hear of Him!
But the thunder of His power who can understand?”
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