The Whisperer

My strange, but familiar Whisperer
I'm dust
But you have whispered
whispered life into my soul

And when I went down in my death bed
And the water was sourging
Did you come with a surge of power
And reveal the crop for the harvest
When I came out of the water that 13th hour
And I could breathe the life you put
a whisper in my soul

You've come laying gifts for what you're building
Constructing Jesus on its earthly grain
Your word as pillars
Your grace, ready at the table
There's some pictures of us up on the mantel
There's a project in a room that we're going to finish together
You whispered life into my soul

I cut myself with sharp thistles and thorns
I was dying after being reborn
Forged with the fires of negativity
The foul breath urging the impetus for change
We fragile scatter the God whisper from our soul in our resistance
Birthing hunger pains

You put Images of Believers into my path
You gave Christ times 7 times 70
These people came when it wasn't asked
His image being an innocent child, a wise elder, an obedient peer
You never stopped forgiving and moving me
You whispered life into my soul

And when I've contemplated the realities
Is this even real
pouting in the doubting, and left shouting in the disputing in my disputes prowess
Someone put your word into my path
In suttle talks, as in talking down your stressed and oppressed child you brought me back
You whispered life into my soul

For the books are written and won't be broken
What was said by you will be forever told
Stretched to the corners
From Earth to Heaven
You called out
BIRTH, REBIRTH, RESURRECTION
I think the whispers taking its tole

"FOR THE LAST LINES POINT AT EVERYONE"

Christ, if there is hope,  it's you
For the whisper is there, and there, and there
Not for you to whisper, but to shine the light of the One
who is whispering, out there, and there, and there
If there's Christ, if there is hope, to the deaf and blind
The Whisperer has whispered go, my Bride, it's time

Hey listen
I also see you. I know what you once believed you seem to be missin.
I get it. I've been there.
Lay a hand over your chest, hand pressed
And ask again for the Whisperer to invest
This time tell Him to be more than just a guest with a real humble request
Then ask someone to examine you and say
"What He gives, I want that too."
Bless the Lord, how He moves