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| There’s something in the air,
dear child There’s something sweet out there. It’s the voice of God Throughout the world That seeks to make you ware. What does He say? What are the words? What does He whisper low? I cannot say, So listen well, For only you can know. How can you hear what you cannot? How can a mortal tell? It’s in your heart That you can hear If you but listen well. The truth is in the air, dear child The truth is in your soul. When truth’s bright rays Dispel the night, You’ll know, oh yes, you’ll know. You’ve heard the words of God, you say? You know the whisper mild? He speaks to you And now you know You are God’s own true child. Then send it out to drive the dark, Just let if flow from you? If part of God Is in your soul It will show in all you do. A child of God? A child of God! A God who yearns for you. He beckons and, Provides the light, To safely lead you through. © 2001 R. Bartly Betts |