I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent The hills are mute yet how they speak of God.
I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent The hills are mute yet how they speak of God.
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, After the day's great sun!
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories