I listen, so intently,
as the message flows to me.
My inner waves are pacified
and soon a tranquil sea.

This urge is like a hunger,
quenchless, destined to persist.
I soak up ev'ry word and not
a syllable is missed!

Last Sunday was no dif'frent
('cept for coldness in the air).
My soul was warmed but other parts,
did not, so well, compare.

And Michael spoke about the times
when Temple Shiloh stood.
With all the din from clat'tring teeth,
I listened, best I could.

That in these times, 'twas rare to hear
God's voice, the Bible tells.
While many ears were waiting,
those God chose, were Sam-u-el's.

And visions, they were not widespread.
Why was that, then the way?
Did God go on vacation?
Did He not have much to say?

Then Michael took this story, old
and gently, he did steer
the message to apply today,
so aptly and so clear.

Our present times are similar.
God's voice can seem unheard.
But are, perhaps, distractions
drowning out, today, God's Word.

For, noise and fluff are ev'rywhere.
It's hard to concentrate!
Were God to speak, would we, then hear?
Through, could It penetrate?

Then, as I listened closely,
sitting, last week in my pew.
I heard one point, one small detail
t'which, disagree, I do!

This sermon and its focal point;
the central theme espoused
was full of inspiration and
good feelings were aroused.

But one point, still, I did except;
quite minuscule, although;
not hardly worth a mention
but it's one thing I do know!

Devotion to these sermons is no less;
it's still complete.
But I do know there are Angels.
live right across the street!