A Still Small Voice Within

 1996

I discovered you in my youth,
A boy in my confusing teenage years.
Raised by my mother when my father was killed, 
You brought comfort and dried my tears.
You wanted me to remember You always.
I promised you that I would.
But you were the last one I came to
When everything was going good.
Eventually I married and we drifted You and I.
We hardly conversed anymore.
My wife didn't like us talking so much.
She said that's what she was for. 
She didn't believe in you the way I did.
I guess we were just raised differently.
It was easier to let you remain silent,
Your still small voice within me.
My wife and I had a baby girl.
Oh how I wanted you two to meet.
I knew my daughter would love you too, 
But for my marriages sake, I didn't compete.
Things didn't work out for my wife and I.
It was a hard time for me to work through.
Calling on You again made it easier though.
Once again, I've come running back to you.
It took some time, but I married again. 
My new wife asked me about us.
I told her You were always there for me,
Someone we could both trust.
She wanted to know more about you,
Inviting You often into our home.
Each time You came, You left something behind.
You said we would never again feel alone. 
We joined your family of Latter-Day Saints.
Meeting often to reflect and rejoice.
Though none of us had seen your face,
Your beautiful spirit gave You a voice.
I can't tell you what peace it brings me,
To know we will never be apart again.
Never again shall I deny you Lord,
Or your still small voice within.