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Sister Share He is Speaking
To Me
In the warm breeze He whispers to me I feel His
presence it can only be He
With the soft green grass and the
tall swaying trees the sun shining bright and the buzzing
bees
The starlight at night when all seems dim I close my
eyes and I know it is Him
He speaks in the clouds and when
the rain does pour when the rainbow appears and in the sky, birds
soar
when I hear these sounds and these things I see... I
feel loved and I know God is speaking to me.
by Julie
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