It is not always gentle, but like a cool rush of air it is always sweet. Daddy's voice takes all the forms of nature, from the rain I hear falling outside my window right now to the lion's roar in the black night of the serengetti. There is a fear I feel when He speaks, there is the falling. There is, though; always, the catching of my breath as I rest in His arms, for His voice always leads me there. It is here that I know that to hear, is to fear, is to love. Always love. This I would choose this over all the treasures I know, and I know that truly this is the fear I feel.
Listen....
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