a yearning

And while sometimes we hear the faint whisper of our Heavenly Father through scriptures or praise..other times we hear it through creation and the light breeze that tickles your face as you stand in a field among blowing brush and wisping tree limbs. We hear Him call out to us, yearning for our hearts. For we lift our hands in worship toward Him. We bend our knees and bow our heads in honor of Him..the One we call Father.

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