A Stone In The Cold Water
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Your Voice
Like that high wind,
Your voice soothes my ears;
Like that coming tides,
Your voice touches my ears;
Like that vast cloudless sky,
Your voice conquers my ears.
My heart,
My soul,
Shall come to the callings of my ears.
For your voice.
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