A voice speaks softly in my ear,
Its gruff, and I know I shouldn't be listening, but its still here,
I try to run, but I end up giving heed, and somewhere I do a bad deed,
I disobey, or I might disrespect, But God always takes us back,  Because he knows whats best
He hushes that small voice quivering in my throat, the one to retort, the one to re-quote
All those terrible words rushing inside my head, God just says "Now run along to bed"
He forgives when I ask for it, and reprimands when I deserve, He is best, for those nice thoughts, He will preserve.