INNER VOICE

A little chill up my spine
This silly niggle alls not fine
I glance behind - it seems okay
Why then do I still feel this way
The hairs stand at the back of
my neck
Once again I turn to check
At the crossroads I had a choice
I should have listened to that
inner voice...

'Keep on walking' is what I hear
'God has not given a spirit of fear'
Almost a sprint as I walk on by
Fighting this feeling not to cry
'Move on Over' It's so audible now
Promptly I obey trusting it somehow
Pleased that I have another choice
Unlike before  - I choose the inner
voice...

A truck drives by in full speed
Paying me no mind and to the road
takes no heed
A sigh of relief at my narrow escape
Thankful I didn't compromise what
was at stake
So listen to that voice inside it does not
take skill
If I hadn't I certainly would have been
road kill
At the crossroads now I merely rejoice
For I endeavour to acknowledge that
inner voice...