A time to reflect, on the things of the Lord.
A time to listen, to the voice, of God.
A time to hear, what the Spirit, is saying.
A time to just, be with, the Father.
It is a time of prophetic reflection, to wait, on God and hear Him.
Oh how I long to hear, His still small voice.
Oh how I long, to patiently, wait, on Him.
To lay aside, the cares of life and just know that He is God.
Patiently, quietly, I wait, for His still small voice.
My heart stirring, for more, of Him.
Gently, I hear Him speak, into My Spirit.
Gently, I hear, His still small voice.
Saying child, I am here and it will be all right.
Though I am a prophet, I am a child, that needs to hear, My Fathers voice.
August 16, 12:03am