A voice from Heaven

I heard my name 

whispered on the wind today

'Abba, Father' was all I could say,
I heard it in the lingering breeze
in the singing birds, in rustling leaves,

arms are open ... grace is falling

destiny and hope are calling,

dispelling hurt ... my pain and tears

embracing me and all my cares,

a voice so firm and crystal clear

reaching out beyond my fears,

leading me through the darkest night

He guides my path and sets things right,

My heart is full and found it's home

for I will never be alone.
- K. Weight