Tender His thoughts by hearing His voice, He might speak through another to you.

It may enter in waves, rushing tides of truth, or in whispers, morning dew’s holy kiss.

Bending limbs, these arms carry sorrow yet reach skyward towards Eternity.

Listen with your eyes, see with your ears, move humbly into that which is Holy.

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