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His Voice
It is like rushing water
His voice takes my broken heart
And all the pain, my tears washed away by His voice,
When he says, "I love you"
I say, but God look at what I have done!
He answers," Look to my son, His blood removes all you have done"
I ask why do you love me?
His eyes tell the answer
It's in Him that love exists
The proof of this is in the scars that still remain
Scars from my sin bore on Him
His voice speaks when it is quiet,
His word stands when He has not said a thing,
All we must do is listen to,
His voice
God's voice
David T Gross #004 1997