A Voice on Purpose

I need the voice of God, in this moment, to whisper my purpose.  I am prepared to withstand the celestial amplitude of it.  For I know that God's whisper is more bombastic than any sonic boom.  I know that He does not whisper but He proclaims.  I need Him to speak it into existence.  I now feel that the gift God gave me was the inability to sing, knowing that the true pain I've existed in would pour out of me in every note and lyric.  I could not be afforded the opportunity to belt out my woes.  Yet, He gave me a voice.  A voice and heart that turn these scribbling to pain, interpreted .  The tears I've shed in letters, words, and prose have saved me countless times.  He allowed me this one thing that I do so masterfully, so that I could be free, untethered to this physical existence and forever written in the Book of Life.  I have only me to offer You and Your Word tells me that I am enough.  I thank You for Your gifts, Lord.  Thank You for my voice.  Just place me in Your Purpose, Father.