A voice from Heaven

I heard my name, 

it was 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

reaches out beyond my fears.

Arms are open, grace is falling,
destiny and hope are calling.
Leading me through the darkest night

He guides my path and sets things right,

My heart is full, its found a home,

I will never be alone.
- K. Weight