His still, small voice,
Like a whispered wind,
gentle,
soothing,
When I'm drenched
in life's woes,
He whispers...
And once again,
I am consoled.


When fear hovers,
threatens,
has me in its grip;
I seek my Father's Grace.
He whispers His love,
and my spirit remembers:
He hears,
He draws near,
When I seek His face.


Like a whispered wind,
His peace...
Softly flows through me.
His Spirit...
Breathes new life.
His soft voice...
Speaks,
whispers...
tranquility.


Like a whispered wind,
comforting...
refreshing...
He washes over me.

Mary Silva





I want to thank Texas Angel for
inspiring this page and for allowing
me to use the graphics from one of
her beautiful sigs:-)