Hear Ye Him!

 

 

A tumult of voices

My eardrums abuse,

All saying something different

I am so confused.

 

In the morning

When I awake

And also, in the nighttime,

Sometimes very late.

 

A perplexing sound

And increasingly so

Such that I don’t even know

What I think I know.

 

Real is not real

Only just imagined

And what I thought stable

Is become confusing.

 

Every voice I hear

Has a ring of truth

With each of its advocates

Bringing proof.

 

Undeniable proof

And thus, convincing,

But so different in substance

It’s not worth comparing.

 

A tumult of voices

My eardrums abuse,

All saying something different

I am so confused.

 

Alas, I screamed

Tell me what can I do

To nobody in particular,

Not even you.

 

The voices returned

Not one or two

And though in great abundance

Still, I’ve not a clue. 

 

Hands thrown up

I started to despair

When out of the tumult

Something pierced my ear.

 

Clear and distinct

Though not as loud,

Yet it rose above the crescendo

Of the noisy crowd.

 

In a whispered tone

I distinctly heard

What I’ve come to understand

Was God’s Word.

 

“Hear ye him!”

Was what I heard

And I knew God was referring

To His Holy Word.

 

His Son He sent

And His Son that died,

His Son they had abused

And had crucified.

 

His Son they buried

And that rose again,

His Son who on my heart’s throne

Wanted to reign.

 

 

Those voices receded

When I said yes

And with them I must also add,

So too, my distress.

 

If my experience

Is your experience

Then hear ye him, I bid you,

This very instance.

 

Stewart Russell © December 31, 2024