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THE VOICE
The voice of the Lord
rises over the waters,
and rustles the leaves
like a loose window shutter.
Sometimes it’s loud
when He wants my attention,
and sometimes it’s soft
that I can’t even mention.
But this is for sure,
that He’ll make known His
will,
if I open my ears
and learn to be still.
Copyright © BY JOE MEDREK
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