Expectations

by Tbirthing
originally published at 08:46PM on Monday, August 06, 2007 mature

The whispers of His voice sound so sweet and soft,
His tender touch is like the hay of the loft.
Looking into His eyes and watch the rivers flow,
The blue of the skies brings joy to my heart and so much more.
The way He listens when I speak,
the feeling of concern makes me weak.
Reach within and pull out His great big heart,
Dip yourself inside and expeirence the neverending love from the very start.
Hush little one don’t you cry,
the arms of your true love is always standing and waiting by.
To cast your wish upon the stars,
brings forth peace and harmony imagined on mars.
Listen quietly for the sweet sound voice,
one that’s soft and of good will choice.

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