Whispered Call

In quiet depths, a voice so near,

A promise bright, so true, so clear.

"Call to Me," the heavens sing,

"And I shall show unsearchable things."

When shadows fall and doubts arise,

He hears the plea, He knows the cries.

No prayer is lost, no heart unseen,

His love sustains, His grace redeems.

The path unknown, the road so vast,

Yet in His hands, all storms are past.

He lights the way, He shapes the land,

With wisdom deep and mighty plan.

No door too locked, no path too lost,

For He redeems at any cost.

If faith should falter, hope grow dim,

Still, He calls—just turn to Him.

So lift your voice, your burdens cast,

His mercy flows, His love holds fast.

For those who seek, for hearts that call,

He whispers truth—He knows it all.