WHISPERS
When we forget how God speaks to us all
How beyond the silence his voice is heard
Is the stillness which we can hear clearly
Sometimes he speaks through his beauty
Praying is how we speak to God, we forget
Each day he actually speaks each of us all
Rustling of the leaves, rippling of the water
Silence doesn't mean there is no speaking
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