My mind starts to fade
These thoughts begin to take…
From the gentle cooing of a dove
To the eloquence of a child’s gentle love
The peaceful sound of a soft voice…
My Saviour’s voice…He speaks to me.
In the roar of a waterfall
And in the whispers of a breeze
Blowing in amongst the trees...
Listening to the peaceful lowing of the cattle
Enjoying the on-going child’s prattle
The harmonious singing of the birds…
His gentle voice…He speaks to me.
But when day’s work is gone and done
I ponder of battles fought and won
My treasure is your voice alone…
When times my heart would struggle long
Until He gives my soul a song;
His voice with peace helps me go on…
My Saviour’s gentle voice…He speaks to me.
Written By Matthew Davies