His Whisper by Kristen Clark

It is gentle and soft—almost airy
With a message designed for my ears only;

It drips with sweetness, draws my spirit close,
And protects the trust that experience knows.

It is hushed and tranquil and floats on the breeze
And the love that it carries buckles my knees,

And reminds me that I'm His priceless treasure
By promising a love that will not be severed.

Behind it He hides, until I am still
And eager and anxious in both soul and will.

It drifts on the air until reaching my heart,
And it speaks softly, "How precious thou art."

It seduces my senses as I draw near to listen
And quiets the world's roaring insistence.

Earthquakes and fires may light up the sky,
But, alas, His whisper will gently pass by.