Learning To Listen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You told me once that I’d pull through,

That I would survive this.

And then You told me once again…

My “hearing’s” hit or miss.

 

But when I still wept to myself,

You sent someone to say

The same words of assurance that

You’d offered me all day.

 

I don’t know why it takes so long

For me to understand

That You have held me all along

In the palm of your hand.

 

But, much like Jonah with his whale,

I know I’ve learned one thing,

If I’d just listen the first time

The learning need not sting.