Unaware of why,
The voice has stopped speaking…
Turning to him my heart became desperate and seeking…
Papa, I can’t hear you, have I done something wrong?
Papa where are you…where have you gone?
Imploring, and weeping, has become my heart song…
Cleanse me and wash me undo my wrong…
Alone with my Jesus…I find myself at home…
The enemy sent out a low-lying sound, only the spirit can hear…
Causing doubt; unbelief; and fear…
Not knowing why, that the voice of God has disappeared…
Then basking in His presence a whisper cuts through the air…
Child I am with you, I will never leave you, not ever…
But the enemy is ruthless he’s tactical and clever
His strategy within this world, brings with it disaster and loss
He works on people’s hearts and minds; using subliminal messages keeping them inline
Distractions are his greatest weapons, he mocks and calls them, “Mine!”
Lord I almost missed you…
If I had not cried out to thee
Your voice a gentle, soft, whisper
Beckoning to me…
Alone in your presence, Lord, is where I long to be…
May I never be caught up in the distractions of the enemy…
Anoint my ears and spirit to be tuned to your whispering…
Papa, Yahweh, keep me close to thee…
Child, listen to the whisper in the wind beneath the willow tree
Draw closer to my heart then you will see…
It’s not in loud attractions
Or where crowds of people are…
Not in buildings made of stone
Not in the night-sky stars…
But it’s in the quietness of your heart
Being still, and listening…
You’ll hear the grace of my whisper
Where wisdom I’ll impart…
Closer…
Lean, in, closer…
You don’t want to miss this…
Listen, hear Him whisper…
~Marla Shaw O’Neill August 29, 2018
1 Kings 19:11-13 Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)
Then He said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the Lord’s presence.”
At that moment, the Lord passed by. A great and mighty wind was tearing at the mountains and was shattering cliffs before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was a voice, a soft whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.
Suddenly, a voice came to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
