He called my name

I was a restless wanderer, trying to find my place in life. As i ran the race called life trying to get first place, i stumbled and fell into the chasm called sin. I fell into a darkness, and began to doubt the fact the i had purpose. All hope was drained from me, i was empty, broken and defeated. As i was about to give up and throw in the towel, I heard a whisper. A very faint whisper, saying my name. Hope started to come back, i felt like i could make it. The whisper came again, another step out of the chasm. The voice came again but this time it wasnt a whisper. Another step out of the chasm, now i was running, running with purpose, a purpose to get to the voice, to know him. Each step i took it felt like i was getting lighter, each step i took i felt like i was getting set free. The chains of the chasm could no longer hold me. I knew the voice now, it was the voice of hope, the voice of peace and the voice of freedom. A voice when spoken the earth shakes and the mountains tremble and oceans roar. The voice belonged to my hope and my strength. My mighty saviour and deliverer. The voice belonged to Jesus.