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God Speaks to Me






God Speaks to Me


God speaks to me in springtime

When the earth is wet with dew

In the meadows and the prairies

As the grass comes poking through.


In the budding of a flower

On a bright and wondrous day

In the middle of a thunderstorm

As trees begin to sway.


God speaks to me in summer

When the sun is at its peak

In the marshes and the lowlands

As the frogs begin to creak.


In the chirping of a sparrow

On a calm and sultry morn

In the middle of a twilight sky

As day is being born.


God speaks to me in autumn

When the earth is turning brown

In the valleys and the woodlands

As the leaves come tumbling down.


In the beauty that surround us

On a vast and rolling plain

In the middle of a harvest

As the barns are filled with grain.


God speaks to me in winter

When the frost is on the ground

In the forests and the mountains

As the flakes come swirling round.


In the presence of a full moon

On a cold and stormy night

In the middle of a country lane

When stars are shining bright.


God speaks to me in seasons

When a child is being born

In the middle of a wedding

As the vows are being sworn.


In the valley of the shadows

On a deathbed, I will flee

To the open arms of angels

As Jesus waits for me.


Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson







Photo obtained through

Cross Daily Christian Graphics




Music: "El-Shaddia"








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