The Voice

A poem that came to me after the death of my best friend.

I heard today a voice I've heard before
Gentle as the waves upon the shore
Just before unto God I surrendered all
I had heard it like an echo down a hall
And in times when I was stressed and all upset
This same voice would calm me down and I'd forget
And when decisions came along I couldn't make
This voice would point me down the path to take
I heard it in my children's newborn cries
I could've swore I seen it in my wife's eyes
I heard it all throughout my life
And clearer it would come in pain and strife
Yes, I heard today a voice I've heard before
It was telling me of the things I had in store
I heard it and I turned to see where from
And seen God in all his glory bidding me "Come"