God's Echo
It is the arrangement of our soul we come to know,
Through words that are common, yet precious.
Dripping forth from every voice that we once knew.
Along their rushing way they brush us clean,
Stealing truth from the flutings of our inner skin.
New ears awakened to familiar songs
That touch our God in new places.
We know each other’s faces by these holy words.
Sometimes it takes the sound of a distant voice
For us to recognize we are God’s echo.
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