A move of grace

Here in this quiet place
My soul begins to feed
Listening in silence
The city noises hushed
My busy life stilled
The whispering leaves
Begin to speak
As the wind blows through the branches
I didn’t realise how thirsty I was
How dry I’d become
Until I quietened my soul
Long enough for you to speak
First through creation
Then through your word
Revival
A breath away
A move of grace
In this moment of time

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