I have a voice.
I
have something to share.
My voice is not heard by ears, rather by
the heart. To get my thoughts understood, they must be written. I
am not articulate, nor do I wish to pretend to make that claim. I
only hope that through the written word, perhaps I might formulate
the whispers that come to my heart. Words alone I believe are
fragile as well as inadequate. They can be misunderstood and
misconstrued, twisted and turned around, tossed about uselessly, used
to cause pain, or manipulated to make accusations. However, when
combined with the right Spirit, words can be powerful and effective,
precise and loving, uplifting and hopeful, and grant peace as well as
freedom.
One Voice to share hope.
One Voice to give light.
One
Voice to testify of the Living Christ.
I am only One Voice.
But I am One Voice.
