The Hiss

The Hiss (Isaiah 7:18)


God will simply whistle
And help comes to the table
Scans the far horizons
For one that gets His heart
Lands upon a village
A home, a hearth, a hero
Jars him with a vision
That gives the job its start.
Here we all perspire so
As if to help Almighty
All is well in motion
So why the panic’s push?
Quiet now, and listen
He may be at your doorstep
Bright tomorrow’s calling
Just settle down, and hush.

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  1. A child of God's mission in motion ... Sometimes just to be still.

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