The Father’s Voice
Laying flat on cool marble
arms by my sides
the voice of the Father
calms me
from nowhere
an attack
I flinch
it requires everything
to be still
sword flashes
another strikes back
clang of metal on metal
a battle above my head
a final blow
my attacker is slain
dead
threat eliminated
Listen to my voice
my child
I am with you
I will not leave you
fear not
my palms are sweaty
my pulse is racing
breathing shallow and fast
heart pounding so hard it could split
Abba, Abba
He rubs my temple
Be still and know
from experience
I AM God
a voice calls to me
My beloved, come to Me
I long for His touch
I’m drawn
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