Still Listening

Almost at the pinnacle, a few more rungs to go

not thinking that at any time, He could require my soul.

I kept busy rushing on ‘till it came tumbling down

then I listened, there I listened, to a faint rustling sound.

To ’self’ I said … “You stand back up, don’t leave yourself down here.”

I stood back up, dusted myself off, then heard the Voice I feared.

The voice I heard was not my own, no self could say as much:

“Look up, look up, reach out for Me, My Hand is here to touch”.

Could it be possible that God was talking now to me?

Can He see me, truly see me, can care that much really?

Then I tested the waters, then untried; fumbling in fear

I said “Where are You Lord?” “I’m suffocating down here.”

“I’m devastated, lost it all, I’m drowning in my grief

I’m talking to myself in sounds, but finding no relief

I’m trying to rebuild again, what once was in my hand…”

Then I listened, really listened, now I repeat verbatim:

That was many years ago, today, like then, He’s true.

Not one moment is regretted, for all things, in Christ, are new.

I don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow, ‘cause tomorrow holds no fear

but to Jesus Christ, God’s Sacrifice, still listening, I am here.