As I walk through the hills his voice
comes to me
It sounds so sweet as it flows on the
breeze
It tells me of the love that he has for
me and how it came to be
It tells me of his grace and mercy.
As I walk in the woods his voice comes to
me
I can hear it in the plants and in the
trees
It tells me of the world and how it came
to be
It tells me of things that men can not
see.
As I walk on the beach his voice comes to
me
It is as loud as the waves of the sea
It tells me of how evil came to be
It tells me of the final victory
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