The Lords Whisper

By Criselda Barker 3-13-26

The Lords Whisper

I stood upon the mountain, before the Lord,

And a strong wind passed, with an earthquake.

The rocks broke in pieces, before the Lord,

And the Fire fell, but the Lord was not there.

But after the fire, was a still small voice.

A sound of a gentle whisper,

He called me by name.

  

He speaks to me softly, in a whisper.

I’ll never be the same from the Lords, Whisper

Holy, Holy, is the Lord. Glory to, His name.

Lord here I am, send me. Here I am, I will go. I will go. I will go!