THE VOICE

In patience
I stand and wait
For a voice
That stands above all,

It directs me
To the valleys of life
Slowly bringing me
To where the hills are.

I stand and marvel
When in the valley
At how high the hills are,
In them I see
Life's dark forces
Yet in the slow move
I see the hills
With their glorious triumph
Over great valleys
To tell me
You can get here
Just follow
The voice.