Picked up a sea shell on the beach, heard a sound far away.
Picked up the phone, listened for a voice, But it wasn’t Yours today.
Looked to the sky, listened to the wind
Wanting to hear Your voice again.
In a mother’s sigh, in a baby’s cry, in the falling rain… It’s not the same.
Let me hear You say my name.
And I’ll reply, “Lord, here am I…
–Delana S, July 2003