The voice of love
caressed my soul,
embraced me,
beckoned me,
And I
so very thoughtlessly
yet willfully
fled away.

The voice of love
is now a faint song,
a whisper of long ago
hard to hear, yet heard
reaching, I remember when
it was strong and vibrant
when I could embrace
the sweet and clear tones.

The jagged melody is unfamiliar now.
The words indistinguishable.
But then You said that would happen,
that the music of Your love
would one day be closed to me
I could not sing with You
If I turned away…

He waits on high
to have compassion on you,
For the Lord is a God of justice;
How blessed are all those
who long for Him.
O people in Zion,
inhabitant in Jerusalem,
you will weep no longer.
He will surely be gracious to you
at the sound of your cry;
when He hears it, He will answer you.”*

*Isaiah 30:18b-19