Your Voice

By Hannah Barber

I thought I heard a whisper in the wind,
Your voice calling – “Come to me again.”
“My beautiful child” –you said
My thirsting soul, my hungry heart you fed.
I walked a path to Calvary Hill,
You hung from the cross, bound by love and will.
John and Blessed Mary stood by your feet,
You beckoned to me- Come take a seat.
By your feet I sat, head bowed.
Hair covering my face like a shroud.
For me a sinner you chose to die,
All I could do was cry.
Your voice came again, quiet and strong.
“My child,” you said, “To Me you belong.”
“I thirst.” You then cried out.
And a voice in my heart began to shout.
He wanted not water, but our Love he craved.
Jesus died so that all may be saved.
I looked up at my love, broken and bruised.
My savior so hated and abused.
I knew in that moment, it was our sin,
That left those marks upon his skin.
“I’m so sorry.” I cried, inadequate I knew.
But You smiled and whispered back, “I love you.”
My soul leaped and my tears continued to flow,
As I whispered back, “Lord, now I know.”
I finally knew what true love meant.
It came from the one who was Heaven sent.
I opened my hands and gave you my heart.
I knew I had yours from the start.
That day I heard your voice in the wind,
And I knew that although I had sinned,
You still loved and wanted me,
You came and set this sinner free.

About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”  

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