I hear the shrill call
of the morning bird,
The silence sliced
by her song
I stretch my senses
to see the invisible
and consider the sound of silence.
In the stillness
To know
That You are God.
of the morning bird,
The silence sliced
by her song
I stretch my senses
to see the invisible
and consider the sound of silence.
In the stillness
To know
That You are God.
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