as oft times, I know I do.
Some people really think I’m odd,
but others hear Him, too;
How do I hear Him,
you might want to know?
He speaks to me,
every where I go.
In the afternoon breeze,
or a morning rain -
He speaks to me, in the back of my brain.
He speaks to my heart,
and makes it race -
and, sometimes, He speaks to me,
face to face.
You say, that sounds crazy?
I once thought so, too.
But give Him a chance;
He’ll get hold of you!
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