The
Voice of the Sentry
Into this
world, we come, babes birthed in
innocence.
Perceiving all in wonder,
we look on with dissonance.
Perceptions formed, we fill with
assumptions and confusion.
Caught in
meaningless existence, we cry in
desperation.
Lost in confusion
and anxiety, we grope for rays of light.
Blindness gripping, we hope in the
dark of the night.
Clutter
suffocating, a quiet voice speaks with
deference.
Questioning, we
investigate its origin and significance.
Speaking warmth amid turmoil, we
question.
Given to expectations, we
anticipate with discretion.
In
moments of stillness, we stand with
hearing ears.
Anticipating, we
capture that moment of peace.
Hearing again, voice penetrating, points
forward.
With hearing ears, it
beckons to the path ahead.
Eyes
riveted, light rests ahead on a blocked
path.
Eyes fixated; a cross seen
blocks the path's entry.
With
clarity of purpose, the sentry explains.
Other voices silenced, peaceful
obedience floods.
Understanding
opened, we embrace, unrestrained.
His
voice emanating sweetness, entrance is
gained.
Embracing the cross in
humility, thoughts adjust.
Carrying
it everywhere, the sentry's voice, we
trust.
Confident of what's ahead, we
reach to attain.
Burdens and the
cares relieved, we now reign.
Whispering, He says, "Let’s walk as
co-laborers."
A friend rather than
sentry, we walk together.
No longer
confused, we embrace His cross daily.
Leading to unknown adventures, we
walk joyfully.
However, when He, the Spirit of truth,
has come, He will guide you into all
truth; for He will not speak on His own
authority, but whatever he hears, He
will speak; and He will tell you things
to come. He will glorify Me, for He will
take of what is Mine and declare it to
you.
John
16:13-14
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