Preaching to the choir of selves

I talk a lotta talk but I don't
walk a lotta walk,
I try to live to please You but I
just can't shake the awk..ward..

voice that nags and says "You know what?
maybe take your eyes off you;
fix 'em firmly back on Jesus and
remember…He loves you."

"He loves you when the going's good, when
all things come up Milhouse,
and just as much when things are grey,
and all you feel is s—house!"

"He knows you want to please Him
so remember that you do!
Now get out of your self-right funk
and go love others too…"

Voice, Part 3

"Trust Me with all your heart," You said.
"Why?" I thought, repulsed.

"Don't rely on your own perspective," You said —
but that made no sense at all.

"Wherever you go, realize I'm there, working," You said.
"What have you ever done for me?" I retorted.

"I'll tell you where to go," You said.
And I thought "I'm sure you will!"

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There was silence for a few seconds, as You quizzically raised an eyebrow to say "Really? Not even you believe that!"

*sigh*You were right, as usual.

And then You leaned over, gave me a hug, and said "Come on, let's go this way…"

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(Proverbs 3:5,6; Malachi1:2a)

Voice, Part 2

"Be still", the Voice said.
What did I have to lose?
So I tried it and…

Voice, Part 1

"Be still," the Voice said.
"Be still? Are you kidding?" I thought.

I've got to get my
my views opined
doctrines aligned
vices maligned
sins disinclined

My style designed
life plan outlined
hobbies defined
a wife to find
that You've assigned somewhere, presumably

and bear in mind
I've got the daily grind
sucks out the zest, the lemon rind
of life that comes and perks the mind

and all of these combined
just serve to take my bind
and wind it up
so this is why like most mankind
I'm disinclined
to lie inclined
and listen to
Your still, small Voice.