Murmur of the Rain
When I begin to pray, I hear the sound of His Kalimba play
soft as the murmur of the rain each note arrives in disarray
wild flowers wafting through the breeze
folded hands to chest down on my knees
every bloom inside of me, contains His ample loving ray
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