Traces of Heaven
Nightingale's in the treesThe wind blowing in
A great cool breeze
Children at play
Laughter filling their days
A walk in the peace
And quiet of the evening
Waiting on God to speak
Willing to see and believe
Watching the people
Searching for ways
Just to make out evenly
Thanking God for his
Traces of Heaven
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