He sits with me in a quiet room
And rests while I am active
He creeps inside my busy mind
And speaks when I am silent

When I walk through fields of green
He sees what I can not see
When I touch a tulip petal
He senses the life within

As though I were dead to the world
As though He were my eyes, my ears, my heart

I follow the path where circumstances leads
He is the path of the wise
I hear Him calling me to turn
But my thoughts are not in tune

If only He would pull me closer
And force me to obey
But He gives me freedom to choose
To discern the proper path

This voice that leads me toward eternal life
No one sees, but everyone knows
Shadow Soul
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