In the quiet heart’s uncertain murmur, Voices clash, divine or purely human? Scriptures lay out paths in ancient rumor, Yet daily life stirs questions more than an illusion
Pray, the sage advice, for clarity, Wisdom sought in whispers not in storms. The Bible, a light on paths we scarcely see, Its verses shield against the false in forms.
The Spirit prompts, yet so do darker powers, to What’s holy, masked in fleeting, tempting hours.
We study words divine, the scriptures’ call, To judge each fleeting thought, each subtle pull. The Holy Spirit guides, through thick and thin, Ensuring fruits of love and peace within.
But questions loom like shadows in the mind, Is this God’s voice, or another kind? Test each spirit, counsel wise and old, For God’s true path is peace, not whispers cold.
With mentors’ words and scripture as our guide, We navigate life’s seas, with God beside. The Good Shepherd leads, His voice so clear, In Him, we trust, without doubt or fear.
