Apr 2020
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The world needs to shout to be heard.
At first, we hear peace, contentment, success,
Joy, unity, encouragement, and love.
But all together,
It’s no longer the sound of music.
No longer about our plain existence
But of greed, power, abuse, hatred, or clamor.
But there’s always a greater Voice
Who keeps on knocking into our hearts
And that Voice needs to be heard.
In the silence of the world,
There’s a Voice that chooses to speak life —
The Voice that weighs one’s soul,
The Voice who rebukes and confronts,
And The Voice who saves and forgives.
And You are most heard...
I hear You as You whisper,
Not like the other days
When day shifts find no break.
Not when I was relieved
By doing well in life,
And not when happiness
Seems like a plunge of cola in my throat.
I hear You when I call on Your Name —
When I am on my knees shaking,
Begging for answers.
When I am rejoicing and in my excitement,
I choose to tell You first
What’s written in my heart.
I hear You as I stop crying
As I learn to surrender it all
To Your Name,
Jesus who’s ever so powerful.
I hear You more
As I wait for Your turn to speak
When I was so desperate
With my crazy but true faith in You.
I hear You more and more
And it feels like there’s a fire within me,
Like the days of Abraham in the burning bush.
And it feels like Your provision
Is already in my hands,
Like Elijah being fed by the angel
When he felt he was all alone.
It feels like having a new name
And a new beginning,
Like Jacob being Israel as You called him to be.
It feels like I am back to my confidence
That there’s nothing to harm me,
Like Daniel witnessing the lions being tamed.
It feels like I am walking into deliverance,
Like Moses and the Israelites
Walking in the parted Red Sea.
It feels like everything the enemy has stolen
Will soon be restored,
Like Job’s restoration of life.
In this pace of life,
In the first to third months,
You’ve reminded us of one thing:
That one of Your love languages
Is to whisper —
You whisper coz You’re near,
And so we’ve nothing to fear.
The world needs to shout to be heard.
At first, we hear peace, contentment, success,
Joy, unity, encouragement, and love.
But all together,
It’s no longer the sound of music.
No longer about our plain existence
But of greed, power, abuse, hatred, or clamor.
But there’s always a greater Voice
Who keeps on knocking into our hearts
And that Voice needs to be heard.
In the silence of the world,
There’s a Voice that chooses to speak life —
The Voice that weighs one’s soul,
The Voice who rebukes and confronts,
And The Voice who saves and forgives.
And You are most heard...
I hear You as You whisper,
Not like the other days
When day shifts find no break.
Not when I was relieved
By doing well in life,
And not when happiness
Seems like a plunge of cola in my throat.
I hear You when I call on Your Name —
When I am on my knees shaking,
Begging for answers.
When I am rejoicing and in my excitement,
I choose to tell You first
What’s written in my heart.
I hear You as I stop crying
As I learn to surrender it all
To Your Name,
Jesus who’s ever so powerful.
I hear You more
As I wait for Your turn to speak
When I was so desperate
With my crazy but true faith in You.
I hear You more and more
And it feels like there’s a fire within me,
Like the days of Abraham in the burning bush.
And it feels like Your provision
Is already in my hands,
Like Elijah being fed by the angel
When he felt he was all alone.
It feels like having a new name
And a new beginning,
Like Jacob being Israel as You called him to be.
It feels like I am back to my confidence
That there’s nothing to harm me,
Like Daniel witnessing the lions being tamed.
It feels like I am walking into deliverance,
Like Moses and the Israelites
Walking in the parted Red Sea.
It feels like everything the enemy has stolen
Will soon be restored,
Like Job’s restoration of life.
In this pace of life,
In the first to third months,
You’ve reminded us of one thing:
That one of Your love languages
Is to whisper —
You whisper coz You’re near,
And so we’ve nothing to fear.
1 Kings 19:11-13
And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
John 10:3-6
To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” Jesus used this illustration, but they did not understand the things which He spoke to them.
And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
John 10:3-6
To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” Jesus used this illustration, but they did not understand the things which He spoke to them.
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)
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