Whispers in the Air


Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.

I hear a voice that whispers in the air.

Despite my weakness, I hate confessing

That something is clinging without a care.


My heart goes out to those in so much pain.

My eyes are tired of seeing the same.

There seems to be little that I can gain.

It is difficult to admit my shame.


Invisible, the battle rages on.

I know who will win, who I am to be.

The insistence to falter will be gone.

The trumpets will sound when he rescues me.


My soul belongs to Justice, Truth, and Love.

It soars to the high heavens like a dove.



I am a strong believer in Christianity, and God inspires all of my writing. When I write, I write for Him.

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