I prayed to God to send me
Some words to share with you
He told me He'd already tried
Doing all that He could do

He said, do you remember
When you wrote a 'title' down
But you were busy doing nothing
And just couldn't hear a sound

Twas then that I was sending words
A 'whisper' here and there
You were just too absorbed in 'self'
Sending up yet another prayer

Now child, what would you have
me do?
If you won't stop to listen in
Sometimes it is just a little whisper
Or perhaps it's blowing in the wind

A child - a hope - a promise
A message from a friend
Are all the 'little whispers'
That I share and that I send

Do you not feel My presence
I am with you everywhere
And even before you say the words
I already know your prayer

My child, take time to listen
Just sit a while with Me
For you and I will always find
Memories to share - you see

Thoughts are merely thoughts,
you know
But words are what I share
All the 'little whispers', dear
Will always be right here

© Mary Anne Ray
God's Little Whispers
August 2005

My heart is overflowing with a good theme;
I recite my composition concerning the King:
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. ~ Psalm 45:1 ~