A small voice, whispering tender love.
Green shoots grow into an oak grove.
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Power, strength, fearfully and wonderfully grown.
Whisper to me strength, Lord.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Where can I be of quiet service?
Reading:
“Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.” — Psalm 62:1 (KJV)
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