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| He Speaks in Many Ways Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2003 |
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| Just the other day, a friend said to me You must be weary, friend, please rest, you'll see How could I rest, there isn't much time I have all these words writing that are mine Later I sat outside, to listen to the His word They came so loudly; surely I heard He speaks in many ways, just listen and you'll hear In every creation He says, Child, I am near As I heard the song of the bird on the wing I could hear the rippling of the spring Clear waters to wash away my sin These lovely things were given by Him As I laid my head down, I heard Him say, now rest You've given your all, and you've done your best I'll be here when you awaken, to the morning light I could feel Him say, Now, child, sweet dearms, good night |
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