When a whisper shifts,
A breeze my way drifts,
Carrying His love
On wings of a dove,
His still, small voice speaks,
Silent havoc wreaks,
Faith grows in my heart,
A gentle restart,
The Shepherd is close,
Even me, He chose,
And I slowly sense
The Lord's near presence,
Every worry lifts
When a whisper shifts.
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