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Kneeling in a thicket of blue spruce pines,
with God's viridity beneath my knees.
Surrounded by all God's natural signs,
coming before him to bare my tortured soul's pleas.
His answer is heard through the gentle breeze,
like the sparrow's song falling upon my ears
I hear His whisper coming through the trees,
to gently soothe away my falling tears.
Darkness becomes loving arms that surround,
as He embraces me within His love.
My cleansed spirit's internal solace found,
as God sends a fresh raindrop from above.
My vacillant soul has been baptized,
in the silence of nature's church at night.
Purest holy water from God's own eyes
returns my wayward spirit to the light.
Through God's whispering pines I feel His grace,
showered upon me from Heaven's sky.
In the secrecy of this hidden place,
through whispering pines I hear His reply.
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