From: Gary West
Sent: Wednesday, July 02, 2008 3:05 PM
Subject: Today
When daybreak is a ways off.
When the night is darkest
When we are empty, down and lost.
He waits
In the cool of the night he lingers and listens.
He is there, he is whispering our name.
My love,
My child
My son
My daughter
I love you,
When life is full of noise,
In broad daylight
When we are too busy too listen or care
When life drowns out our spirit.
He is there whispering our name
My love
My child
My son
My daughter
I love you
I love you
I love you
A thousand times a second
His still small voice says....
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