Voice

My voice isn't pretty
It sounds not sweet or kind
Why do you ask --use it
To sing forth my heart?

I hear You call me out
Like the sun before the rise
I sing a healing song
Bathing brokenness in light

How can I do this?
Drowning --failure's roar
Can I possibly believe
I am enough for the call?

When I was barely formed
The call was a seed
You wrote within my fibers
To yield a blooming tree

Oh how it was shadowed
Through a seed of doubt
I am nothing but rejected
A lie, I was devout

Since birth there has been war
On who you say I am
Always destined to bloom
Yet thorns grew wild instead

Now it is time to break
So light can touch the place
Where tenderness still rests
On this seed --divine grace