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Oh,
how
softly
and
faint
the
voice
is
And
as
I
strain
to
hear
the
oncoming
sound
I
feel
it
is
very
far
off,
yet
clear
Through
melodious
words,
It
pleads
with
me
to
put
them
down.
The
voice
so
peaceful,
and
smooth
Somewhat
like
an
echo
from
above
It
will
be
gone
for
some
time,
Then
as
if
beckoned,
it
returns
in
love
I
cannot
pen
a
poem,
nor
would
I
try
As
the
Father
sends
one
from
above
To
recite
the
words
that
flow
On
the
paper
and
with
much
love
Sometimes
they
come
often,
Yet
when
I
rush
and
feel
stressed
The
words
get
flooded
over,
And
to
hear
them
I
must
have
rest
Oh,
peaceful
rest,
how
I
love
thee
Visions
of
softly
flowing
streams
Satiny
clouds
gracefully
moving
And
silence,
for
visions
and
dreams.
Yet
not
asleep,
I
can
sit
in
the
realm
Of
tranquility
and
hear
a
bird
sing.
I
feel
the
breeze
move
softly
through
the
trees
And
happiness
like
none
other
it
can
bring.
Then,
and
only
then,
the
words
go
down
on
paper
Inspired,
these
words
coming
in
through
the
melody
And
as
I
write
them,
I
feel
a
caress
within
my
heart
In
addition,
a
peace,
overwhelming,
Singing
such
as
a
psalmody.
©
Kentucky_Lady4
January
4,
2005
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