Lord, look who’s talking…
Lord, who’s that talking about me?
Why won’t the voices just let me be?
I don’t like what’s being said
I’m not hard of hearing and certainly not dead.
In fact, I’m very much alive.
But, Lord, how do I survive?
I find myself feeling down and out
When voices whisper and sometimes shout
Unpleasant and disturbing names
Why me? Am I the only one to blame?
What’s wrong with this society?
Do we not have a clue?
Keeping silent many times
Is the right thing to do.
Words are like containers holding
Opportunities of hope or despair
And should never be taken lightly
But handled with great care.
The words and names I heard wouldn’t
Leave me alone
They tossed and tumbled in my head
All day long
Of course, they didn’t stop just
Because it was night
But found a way into my dream with
All their might.
Relentless words like
Self-pity, poverty, and anxiety
Kept bouncing around
I tried to fight them off
but they seemed so profound.
So I closed my eyes, covered my ears,
And prayed to God
For Him, to hear.
In my dream, God said to me,
“My child, those words do not embrace
For as you put your trust in Me, My Truth
Will take their place”.
I saw a bible open up with powerful new words:
I’m a winner, a new creation, God has for me a plan,
I’m special to Him, I walk in His favor
For He is the great I Am.
On a new path and feeling brand new inside,
I was ready to take on the world
For surely now I had nothing to hide.
Then very lovingly my Father revealed, you see,
That the voices in my head came from
None other than me –
