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Sweet Silence
No sound from busy traffic,
No sound from planes above,
No sound of human voices
Not even cooing doves.
Such silence gives me time to think
To wonder why I’m here
What purpose is my life today?
Uncertainty breeds fear.
I look up high and think of God
His word tells me he rules,
He sent his Son to sort us out.
We don’t need clever tools.
So come to Jesus Christ alone
He can forgive our sins
He died and rose to life again
In silence, come to him.
Copyright ©
John Puckett
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