Whisperings

Whisperings

He who loves me most

Whispers words so kind

But the father of all lies

Begins to fill my mind

"You can't do that,"

"Don't even try"

"You're not worth the effort"

Are some lies that pass me by

Why is it so easy to listen

To the father of all sardonic lies

When the Father of love and truth

Is far more thoughtful and wise

His gentle, compassionate whispers

Will most certainly see me through

As I listen to the benevolent Holy Spirit

Whose words will always ring true

So the next time I begin to hear

The lies Satan throws my way

I will replace the deceit with trust

And believe all that my Father will say

©Alisha Gilbert

February '09