(taken on a recent walk at the park)
I hear His voice in the rushing of the stream
I hear His voice in a hope filled dream.
I hear His voice in the melody of the bird that sings
I hear His voice when laughter peals out of my children in endless rings...
I hear His voice in the softness of the dawn
I hear His voice as fireflies flit over the lawn
I hear His voice in the whisper of the rain
I hear His voice calling me to draw nearer still
to lean upon Him and trust His Will.
I hear His voice.
copyright Thelma Strobl 2/9/2013
1 comments:
Very pretty :)
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