I heard your call and turned my back.
Denial’s cost turned future black.
But you had other plans for me;
And, now at last, I’ve set them free.
I couldn’t hush your voice inside;
And, ‘though sometimes it hurts my pride,
I must admit I’ve come to view
My conscience speaks---and it is you.
Instilling sense of right and wrong....
A parent’s task, no simple song.
Despite mistakes and awkward tries,
I learned my conscience never lies.
A whisper comes and softly speaks
Commanding selfishness turn meek
For conscience is a still, small voice
But one that makes a better choice.
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Submission Name: That Still Small Voice
