The Spirit Speaks


by: Donald A. MacCord

The loving smile on my baby's face, doth touch the heart of me.
The wagging tail of my puppy small; it's simple love for me.
The trusting look in my son's round eyes as I wash his injured knee.
The gentle hands of my wife so dear doth touch the heart of me.
The Spirit speaks and we must listen for it speaks for all to hear,
The Spirit speaks and we should listen for it drives away our fears.

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