A quiet time between the hills
to listen to the birds,
The world is soft and mute and still
a time to hush my words.
A time best spent in listening...
the breath of God is grand,
How softly doth He guide my ways
with His own loving hands.
And when I reach His heavenly home
within His realm above,
I'll know, at last, 'twas He who came
to guide me with His love.
~ Faye Mettam
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