By myself, now, though
really not alone;
still, just me, weak flesh
and wee brittle bone.
Oh, a cat and ferrets few,
but no other human being;
yet, there is He, all knowing,
all seeing:
and, though I cannot hear His voice
by way of phone,
still, He speaks to me in a
gentle, quiet tone.
And, though His cradling arms
I cannot see;
still, I sense His loving presence
all about me.
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Love Tinka
God Bless
~Michelle~