. Whisper**

In the quiet of the soul’s deep core,  

A whisper calls from realms before.  

No form, no face, yet all sustains—  

God’s boundless breath through time remains.  

From Eden’s dawn to this frail hour,  

His sovereign hand shapes life’s vast power.  

Not always seen in daylight’s glare,  

But eternity intrudes, laid bare.  

Through sacred Word, His voice takes flight,  

A spark to wake the heart’s dim light.  

Sight beholds the unseen glow,  

Touch feels grace where rivers flow.  

Taste the bread of heaven’s feast,  

Smell the incense of the Priest.  

The Spirit moves before we know,  

And plants the seed where faith will grow.  

A single verse, a holy spark,  

Illumes the soul through mortal dark.  

His truth unfolds, forever new,  

Fulfilled in hearts that seek the true.  

In hardship’s grip, His grace abounds,  

In silent cries, His love resounds.  

No need unmet, no prayer unheard,  

He speaks salvation in His Word.  

Beyond desire, beyond our plea,  

His gift of grace sets captives free.  

In worship’s tide, we rise, we soar,  

Adoring Him whom we adore.  

No walls confine this sacred call,  

From ancient rite to revival’s thrall.  

In liturgy’s chant or fervent song,  

We meet the One for whom we long.  

O infinite God, whose presence reigns,  

You weave eternity through fleeting pains.  

Our hearts, aflame, Your glory see—  

In You, we find eternity.  

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