The CallingA Poem by Mike Wolfe"And after the earthquake was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire was a still small voice." -I Kings 19:12The gentle whisper, a sacred song Calling from the raging storm outside A peace in the midst of so much wrong Telling me to go against the tide
He tells me to go to the unknown But I feel the fear rise inside me I don’t want to go through this alone And I’m afraid of what I can’t see.
But the voice still calls out of the dark, Soft and still, a peace in this dark place He tells me I am sealed with his mark He give me strength, my fears I will face
I will go, Go into what I do not know I will trust him alone © 2014 Mike WolfeReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 31, 2014 Last Updated on August 31, 2014 AuthorMike WolfeAboutMy name is Mike Wolfe, Renaissance man. I have been writing since I was eleven, with over thirty ideas for a book. Only one of these has survived beyond fifty pages and will never see the light of day.. more..Writing
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