He speaks to me
in metaphors,
on sandy shores,
through open doors.
in metaphors,
on sandy shores,
through open doors.
It's not in words
I hear as such..
It's more, or much,
a heartfelt touch.
I hear as such..
It's more, or much,
a heartfelt touch.
He speaks to me-
I know not why.
How often I cry,
as He passes by.
I know not why.
How often I cry,
as He passes by.
I feel His hand,
His touch within,
and know I've been
with Him again.
His touch within,
and know I've been
with Him again.
He speaks to me
in His holy Word,
both read and heard-
my soul is stirred.
in His holy Word,
both read and heard-
my soul is stirred.
Ancient words
that ring so true.
With a different view,
all things are new.
that ring so true.
With a different view,
all things are new.
He speaks to me
with a metaphor
I cannot ignore,
what I adore-
with a metaphor
I cannot ignore,
what I adore-
His still small voice
in my heart, rejoice!
in my heart, rejoice!
He speaks to me.
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