Here’s a poem I wrote several years ago. I hope it blesses you.
I Hear Him
I hear Him. . .
In the awesome, roaring grandeur
of the thunder
the pounding surf
And I hear Him. . .
In a still, small voice
the whispering pines
and the welcome cry of a newborn Babe,
still thrilling the earth
two thousand years after being soothed
in the tender arms of His mother.
(c) Jan Johnson
Wishing you all the joy of the Savior: Immanuel, God with us.
and thanks for reading,