Many Waters

This poem recounts the true story of my encounter with God at the age of seven. This is my first time writing about it. Not everyone will believe it, and that's okay. If it hadn't happened to me, I might not believe it either. But I will never forget the sound of that voice... or the way it changed my life forever.

—Sonya Daniela Fisichella aka "Mezmur"

Your voice came

The sound of many waters

Pouring like a fountain

Into a thirsty soul

Dan ie la

It said

Sweet

Like a bell

Gentle

As a lullaby

Dan ie la

The sound

Sweet to my ears

Seemed to fill my very being

I looked, but no one was there

I turned, but none was present

Still, Dan ie la it called

And then, without warning

You appeared.

A burst of light

A shaky breath

A child looks up…

Silence from the waters

But all creation hums

In worship

Of the One

Who peers down

To me now

Face like the sun

Garments radiant

Whiter than snow

Your hair like wool

Your hand outstretched.

Oh, Dream giver

Why

Did you appear

To this child

Knowing

I would run,

With my little

Frightened heart?

Still

At times

I lay awake

And re mem ber

Dan ie la

Dan ie la

Your voice

Soft

Sweet

Small

And though

I have not heard it

With my ears

Since then

It

Guides

My

Life

Dan ie la

Through trial

Dan ie la

Through pain

Dan ie la

When I fall on my face

When I worship

Your name

I know who You are now—

The name above

Every

Other

Name

Jesus

Jesus

Jesus

Speak again, Lord

Your servant

Listens.