Sometimes in the morning
I can hear it calling
Like the wind whistling through the
Japanese Maple Tree

Sometimes in the song of a bird
I can realize that
“Deep calls unto Deep”
In ways never understood before

In the wind and in the fire,
I feel the embrace of
God’s Voice
In the shelter and in the seeking

In the tall grass
And the nest of a bird
I hear. I see. I know.

Deep calls unto Deep
And we are there.

In the palm of His Hand
We are kept.
And the light shines today
Into tomorrow.
Destiny Has Come.

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