Silence

This is a poem that I am not sure is quite finished yet. It is about how noise can actually distract us from having an encounter with the Lord. Even something as beautiful as music can be drowning the voice of God. Or, and I am guilty of this, praying aloud without asking God what is on His heart for me to pray for. It's a poem of conviction and asking forgiveness from the Lord for using all sorts of things, even good and honorable things, in a manner which distracts us from hearing His voice. Because yes music and prayer are wonderful for strengthening your relationship with God but what about just sitting back, closing your mouth and listening to what God has to say.

Title: Silence

I met silence once

While I was walking through an empty wood

He asked “Why are you ‘fraid of me?”

I told him the music inspired my passion

He told me to turn it off and listen

I told him that t.v. helps pass the time

He told me it was my greatest shrine

I told him that talking helped me to pray

He told me to let the Lord have a say

I told him my day was just too insane

He told me my time was mine to maintain

I told him that silence leaves me to my thoughts

He asked me. “ Is that what you are afraid of?”

I met silence once

While I was walking through an empty wood

He sat me down and said,

“It’s the voice of the Lord you dread.”

These words were sharp and piercing

But with a new and great releasing

I worshipped the Lord with silence

And my heart was loud and shaking

Pained and simply breaking

As I felt the Lord in silence

I closed my watery eyes

And breathed a heavy sigh

To listen to the Lord in silence