When You Whispered
The clouds poured forth drowning wet,
The skies filled with deafening sound,
The winds raked trees completely bare,
And the earth trembled, knowing 
        You were near.
Should I, no less, fall down
        in reverent fear?
What I remember most is 
        when You whispered,
"You're My dear."

Psalm 77

by J Alan R

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