Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sifting for truth

You know what happens over meals.  And, from all of my recent goings out with different friends, you can deduce that a lot of it's been happening.  I'm talking about conversation.  Talking.  Catching up.  Sharing.  Dreaming.  Worrying.  Giving and receiving advice.  Joking.  Complaining.  Praying.  And, listening. 

I'm the type of person who needs to talk things out.  With friends or with myself or with God.  And then I journal about them.  And then I read books about them.  So there are a lot of voices swimming inside my head.  Some my own, some not.  Some positive, some not.  I find myself continually sifting, sifting, sifting through all of these voices with the sieve of Truth.  And questioning: what is Truth, exactly?  How do I know it when I see or hear it?   How do I actively pursue it?     

For me, Truth is the Word of God.  And lately, a song -- an old favorite -- has popped into my mind that reminds me to listen for a still, small voice that often gets lost in the noise of my everyday day-to-day, yet -- if I allow it -- has the power to transform my sometimes stormy sea of thoughts into sweet, still waters.

Voice of Truth


Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I'm in
Onto the crashing waves


To step out of my comfort zone
To the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He's holding out his hand


But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me time and time again,
"Boy, you'll never win! You'll never win!"


But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the voice of truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth


Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a Sling and a stone


Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand


But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me time and time again,
"Boy, you'll never win! You'll never win!"


But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the voice of truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth


But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don't seem so high
From on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me


I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth


 


Who or What is your Voice of Truth?

1 comment:

  1. Just what I needed to read. Thank you for your post and posing the challenging question about truth.

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