Talking Leaves

Talking leaves, they speak to me

Of the things that might have been,

Or the things that used to be-

Things I’ll see, or might have seen.

Silent voices call to me.

They seem to draw me near.

They bid me come and see

The very thing that I fear.

They bid me find the unknown

Waiting just beyond the door

That I might be fully grown

And, having seen, fear no more.

They speak of love that is pure

For anyone who believes

Truth that ever shall endure

Found among the talking leaves.

Talking leaves, speak to me.

Tell me what I shall be.

Teach me things from above.

Show my heart how to love.

Tell me more of the One

King of Love – God’s Own Son.

~Author~

Glen Pysell

The midi you are listening to is......"Distant Drums"

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