Yet To Be # 134

My sheep hear my voice and I know them and they follow me

Prayer Warrior Hears His Voice

Amidst all the noise and clattering of words, there are many voices to be heard.
The good voice that gives advice and comfort in a time of need.
The kind voice that claims all is well.
The angry voice that disputes a wrong.
Then, the vengeful voice that demands dark justice.
Strange voices are heard far too often, and yet above their deafening cacophony, His voice rings strong and sure in the ears of His children.
Those who are not His, have no ears to hear, no hands to lift in praise and no heart to understand the whispering surety of his words.
Words that call out to us in the day, in the night, so many times loud and clear, enough to drown the noise into silence.
And we know his voice when we listen for its tonality, its texture, and its vernacular, a dialect belonging solely to him.
A gentle sound saying, “You, child of mine, come, and let us two go forward.”

And your ears shall hear a word behind you saying, this is the way, walk you in it when you turn to the right hand and when you turn to the left. Isaiah 30:21

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27