It’s a still small voice
As gentle as a flowing stream
Reminding us of His tenderness
When He numbers the hair on our head
Like the move of rushing waters
So is His voice sometimes
Like a mighty storm
I feel it surging through me
Likened to thunder
Over the expanse of the firmament
His message is simple
‘Everything is under Me’
Like the roar of a lion
Depicting majestic grandeur
Hence all creation bows

© Chukwudi Isaac

Twitter : Chukwudi Issac

Posted in: #christian, life, Poetry

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