Jesus remembers the garden of Gethsemane well. Though He has left that garden, He now dwells in the garden of His church, sharing His heart with those who walk closely with Him. His voice is more beautiful than the music of heaven, full of love that surpasses all earthly songs. Countless souls on earth and in heaven are blessed by its melody.

Some I know, and deeply envy, are listening to Him right now. How I long to join in their joy! Some of these friends are poor, some are bedridden, and others near death. Yet, Lord, I would gladly endure hardship with them if it meant hearing Your voice. Once, I heard it often, but I have saddened Your Spirit.

Please return to me, Lord, and say again, "I am your salvation." No other voice satisfies me. I know Your voice and can't be led astray. Let me hear it, I pray. I don't know what You'll say, nor do I set any conditions. Beloved, let me hear You speak, and if it's a rebuke, I will thank You for it. Even if my dull ears need painful cleansing, I don't shy away from my desire: let me hear Your voice.

Open my ears anew, Lord. Even if it's through stern words, don't let me remain deaf to Your call. Tonight, Lord, grant me this desire, for I'm Yours. You bought me with Your blood. You opened my eyes to see You, and that sight saved me. Now, open my ears to hear Your words.