As I passed by I heard Your voice
Whispering in my ear,“Do not worry for what you need.
My child, I’m always near.”
It was so soft, that whispered voice,
I almost did not hear.
If the small breeze had not died down
It would not have been clear.
Yet I did hear You speak to me
A small voice, soft and dear,
And those words still live in my heart
"My child, I’m always near.”
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