I Hold Your Voice
If you know my husband, you know that music is an important part of his life. He knows God has equipped him with an ability and given him an assignment to use his voice to point others to God. Recently Matthew has experienced a difficult season of life called busy-ness. I am not a poet, but as an observer of my spouse over the last several months, God gave me these words, and I penned them in the form of a poem.
I Hold Your Voice
Sickness has overcome. His body is weak. Grey clouds move into the recesses of his mind Quickly turning dark and stormy Darkness snuffs out the light—the truth His mind goes to that place—what if? He tries to utter a note, hopeful to sing as he always has But nothing escapes from his mouth Suggestions, advice, remedies, to no avail—what if? Could this be it? The God-given talent—gone? No God. I will fight. This won’t happen. Son, you need to rest. I’ve called you to rest. Doubt, fear, and unbelief take root Then clarity. The storm passes. He obeys. He rests. God restores. A note is sung, and another, and another. A whole song is sung. Well done. Thanks is given to God. Son, I hold your voice in My hands–always. All the time
Very well written and I am sl glad Matthew is singing again.
Hi, my friend! I am LOVING your writing this morning – very timely as I sit and “plan” the next few days of our busy lives. Thanks for speaking HIS truth and reminding me WHO is in charge. Love you!