Voice

My voice isn't pretty
Nor does it sound sweet or kind
So why do you ask me to use it
To sing a song of heart?

I hear You call me out
I see my Spirit rise
It sings a healing song
Turning brokenness to light

How can I do this
Drowning in failure's roar
Can I possibly believe
My voice is enough for the call?

When I was barely formed
The calling was a seed
Written in my fibres
To grow a mighty tree

Oh how it was shadowed
Through a seed of doubt
A belief that I was rejected
A lie to which I was devout

Since birth there has been a war
On who I believe I am
Always destined for the tree
Yet thorns grew wild instead

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