Hear My Voice By P.J. Bedingfield
When you look heavenward,
Think of Me.
When you hear an eagle cry,
Hear my voice.
When colts race across open fields,
I’ll be there.
When the day passes from dawn to dusk,
I will guard you.
As the river travels swiftly to the sea,
I will lead you.
For of all my children,
YOU are most blessed.
Your kind words are a gentle breeze
On my ears.
Your gentle ways are a beacon
To my flock.
You are loved in as much as
You love.
Your days are without Number.
Go softly, My child,
LIVE, in peace.
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