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Journeys,  Poetry

Whispers

Whispers in my heart

Telling of the Hope,

Not forsaken, never alone,

Always in the palm of His hand.

My name inscribed there.

The vision of Him bending down

To hear my prayer.

Listening. Caring.

Taking time to hear me.

How can it be that the Creator

Who molded all we see

Out of nothing

Would care for me?

Gratitude simply isn’t enough.

Devotion is a start.

Eternity is the time to spend saying,

“I love You.”

– RG

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