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The Still Voice

Depth's of My heart, 
loves all people for who they are. 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
He weeps with sorrow, 
cause his children's gone astray. 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
He talks once again, 
to be astray to His land, 
The still voice talks, 
but who is listening. 
One said, I heard you talk to thee, 
And the love pours about. 
The still voice talks, 
hence, someone was listening.


By William P. Darnell Sr.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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