The Lord speaks to me;
  How am I to distinguish
 His voice?

When the waters of my mind
 are still'd, and the spring
   is clean
 and purifies as it passes
  and satisfies thirst, this
  tells me, this is the sign.

My own channels are clogged,
  and run away,
my thoughts are assorted
  muds that stink.

But the Lord purifies, and
  is never unclean.

By this I know His voice
  from mine,
for mine shall never run
  so clean.


---jrw 6:50pm