God Whispers

I dread this world. There's so much pain
And as its hero I feel to blame

I wake each night at the witching hour
I hope and pray and search for power

To overcome the panic and fear
The dread that says my pain is near

My heart so pounds, my body sweats
All is wrong, I'm so depressed

I need a guide, I pray for light
A hopeful path, the end of night

And then my God he comforts me
He whispers out so quietly:

"My hero, my servant, my chosen such
It is through you that I heal and touch

You must have faith in my big plan
Do not get sidetracked by demands

Balance your life, heal your heart
Know I'm watching over every part

I see you battle day and night
But all is well and all is right

Clear your mind, clear your fear.
Quiet, listen, I am here."