No voice that I hear rings true like God's own, no promise holds hope like his word.

 

 

His whispers of love still makes his will known as I recognize  he is the Lord

 

 

Sweet whispers of love are there to be heard, sweet whispers that point to his ways

 

His whispers of love write on my heart his will  to encourage and stir me to do as he says.

 

 

The whispers of love  become a shout when the father sees his child return

 

 

His whispers of love can turn us about then we run to the love for which we yearn

 

 

If we fall from the path of his promise and hope, his whispers of love will remind

 

Though often on our journey we diverge and grope, In his words full assurance we find...

 

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Anthony Foster