His Voice

I couldn’t see his face,

As I walked through

Raging winds and biting rain.

But I heard a voice.

I couldn’t feel his arms

As the chills spread icy

Fear and despair. But

I could feel his love.

I can’t always see your

Tear stained face, feel

Your all powerful embrace;

Yet one trait remains:

In the middle of my storms,

Despite my freezing fear;

I can still feel You.

For You still call me.

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