The Voice.

 



 . . . and it was not a harsh voice, neither was it a loud voice; nevertheless, and notwithstanding it being a small voice it did pierce them that did hear to the center, insomuch that there was no part of their frame that it did not cause to quake; yea, it did pierce them to the very soul, and did cause their hearts to burn.

3 Nephi. 11:3



How hard it is for me


To listen patiently


For that pure still small chord


That comes from our great Lord.


Give me to understand,


Oh Lord, your message grand


That probes my heart and soul


And leaves me healed and whole!



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