God's Whispers
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Marilyn Lott
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Soon with spring we will hear
The soft whispering sound
Of gentle wind that blows though
Pink and white trees all around.
It will be like snow as the petals
From the cherry springtime trees
Drift around us as we walk
From our heads down past our knees.
I'll bet that God will be smiling
As his sweet bees and birds
Frolic in the sunshine
Oh, how I love God's whispers.
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