In the thunderstorms
I hear the voice of God.
In the gentle rains
I hear the name of Jesus.
In the light breezes
I know the Spirit is near.
In the hands of the aged
I feel the strength of God.
In the face of a baby
I see the tenderness of Jesus.
As I see a mother kiss her child
I feel the assurance of the Spirit.
When I hear the ocean's roar
I feel the power of God.
In the towering tree
I am aware of my Jesus.
When I hear the birds sing
I feel the presence of the Spirit.
-Patricia Lawrence
11-4-15
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