Whispers
These are my burning bush:
the prophecy, my heart’s longing, the well wishes.
You speak to me, loudly and clearly,
and I hear You.
You placed Esther where and when You did for a reason.
You gave her favor wherever her footsteps took her.
For such a time as this, You have created me
for the Call, the Mandate.
You whisper Africa.
It’s not an option, it’s a command.
To disobey is death, and death is not what I choose.
You keep whispering to me.
I will believe Your voice and the things You show me.
Without hesitation, I will go.
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