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Of course you're there but I will still wait
Until you tell me what I have to do,
Like some old prophet searching for the bait
To reel in converts daily, two by two.
Your silence in this noise of summer days
Rests on my heart, knowing you're aware
I'm eager to give more than simple praise
And worship, if you need me to share
The joy that comes from following the Way
The joy I feel in your abiding love
The joy that never fails or says me nay
The joy that floods like sunlight from above.
Your silence speaks more life than life can bring
Turning bleak winter to eternal spring.
Brian Hick July 2013
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