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God's Response to Those Who Sing the Hymn

Voices which melt together and drift to my ear,
I hear.
You sing, sweetly
as the honeysuckle in the spring
Each Sunday morning, you are lovely
You come to me, I see
your voice in the night sky
in the summer's sentiment
I hear,
when your voice is still and
your breath short
I embrace you
in the easy light of the surise--
I am next to you.
You sing
sweet as the air beneath your wing,
I hear.



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