The Voice

Wait, I hear voice

Calling me by name.

I wonder who

It could be?

I have been told

By those around me

That I am not worthy.

I hear other voices

Calling me to come,

But when I try

The way they lead,

I find only darkness.

Sadness and sorrow

Always are my lot there.

But again I hear

That other voice

Calling me by name

And now I find

Those others were wrong

For it is the Shepherd

Calling me to the fold

And telling me

That always I am loved!