Vicki, good job.

earlier, Vicki and The Rors, wrote:
>Voice in the Night
>
>In the long night that feels like dawn will never come
>In the hours of sober silence
>In the dark of the dark
>I turn my heart to the light of lights
>The light of the world.
>
>And he speaks with a voice like a cricket song
>With a voice like a sudden heightened gust of wind
>With a voice deep and full, resounding rich notes of musical peace..
>He speaks, and my ears hear the one they seek for
>For him, whom my soul adores, and admires more than all others
>He  fills the cups of my ears with his melodious voice and winsome ways
>Yes I hear you  Lord, your thoughts are precious to me as I am to you.
>And we talk together in these early hours as one friend communes with
>another
>I mostly listen as I hear your voice.
>And more, I hear your heart
>
>
>
>Vicki Ireland, April 2004

John

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