When life troubles buffet and challenges almost push me to fail Getting my pillows soaked when alone Seems like a little push and it’s over
A voice said
To bid me — be calm!
I stand at a cross road
Confused on which to follow, I have thoughts to turn back Saying the course is lost
And yet the voice
To bid me — move on!
When I see that which is good Required of me to do And the strength is far fetched “Mission impossible,” I mused
Still the voice,
It bids me — do!
Writer’s block is such a bitch, Grounds your Muse without a switch When the pen is stuck in the stealth and barren lays the sheet
It came to bid me — write!
Nothing in life is for keeps. The sure ones soon fade A little impossible to believe That One his all He gave
Oh my! The voice
It bids — let go!
To live is a brave choice, Since worry and fear is man’s nature Sustained in the love of a savior I listened amidst the noise
A voice that always bids
— you can!