~The Voice~

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
‘Listen my child,’ you say to me
‘I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call and I’ll set you free…’

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain.’

I am the voice in the fields when the summer’s gone,
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Nor do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the voice that at springtime will grow’

‘I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future’
Bring me your peace, bring me your peace
And my wounds, they will heal

~By: Lisa Kelly~ *My next choir solo*