A Tiny Voice

I feel as if my tiny voice

Must get lost in the roar
Of voices calling out His name
Numbering more and more.
 
Yet still He seems to hear me call,
As if my voice was clear
Amid the cacophonic noise
The must assail His ear.
 
For every word whispered in faith,
However small or meek,
Will reach the hearing and the heart
Of Him, to whom we speak.
 
And He will answer every call,
For He holds us that dear.
So I will raise my tiny voice
In faith that He will hear.