Your whispers in the night are what drive me to
keep on living, the tenderness Your voice holds speaks
to my heart as the air beneath Your lips push forth
sweet melodies that ring in my ears day in and day out
Your promises of what lie ahead are like the
fragrances of blossoming flowers that tickle my
nostrils on a warm spring day
As the day draws on, I hear Your voice in the
swaying and swishing of the trees as
You reveal layer after layer of your heart to me
and on that warm spring day we converse through
the living nature You created eons ago
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