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| What is it like in your silent world? |
| I sometimes wish I knew |
| You miss so many wonderful sounds |
| But you miss the unpleasant ones, too. |
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| You see a child smile sweetly |
| But you cannot hear him cry |
| You watch a plane glide silently |
| As a graceful bird in the sky. |
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| You miss the ticking of a clock |
| The sound of music in the air |
| But in your silent world you're not distracted |
| As you lift your voice in prayer. |
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| You can watch the rain drops falling |
| See them on your window pane |
| But your sleep is not disrupted |
| By thunder, sleet and driving rain. |
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| You don't hear the ambulance |
| As it goes screaming through the town |
| Or the wailing of a firetruck |
| That says someone's house is burning down. |
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| You're no doubt a better listener |
| Than those of us who hear |
| And carelessly half listen |
| To sounds we should count dear. |
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| You see on people's faces |
| Expressions that we fail to see |
| And don't our faces really tell |
| What kind of folks inside are we? |
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| The sweetest sound in all the world |
| Doesn't reach us through our ears |
| For Jesus speaks right to our hearts |
| Allaying all our doubts and fears. |
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| Then, listen with your heart, my friend |
| And trust Him with your all |
| He'll fill your days and nights with peace |
| And answer when on Him you call. |
