The Voice I Hear

There's a voice in my head.
Who's speaking?

Inside a deep feeling.
It's consistent, and peacefully relentless.

This quiet but calm voice.
It is telling me something?

There's a little boy in tattered clothes.
He has eager eyes looking at 31 flavors of ice cream.

Deep inside I know what to do.
I purchase the ice cream and tell the boy God loves him.

There's a cold and homeless man sitting on the street.
"Buy the man a cup of coffee!" I hear within my heart.

I hand the man the coffee.
His smile is one of warmth.

There's a woman at the counter.
Obviously angry with the world.

My immediate response is to repay evil for evil.
My heart tells me, she desperately needs a smile.

This voice in my head.
Where doe's it come from?

The voice is not my own.
I know my motives are often impure.

The voice is the Holy Spirit.
Living within my heart.

Teaching me to love.
Using me as a vessel to reach the lost.

Holy Spirit, Speak To Me Now.
Help me to listen and obey.