Be Still And Know

The voice of God.
is sometimes heard,
in the sweet song of a bird
In dawn's morning rays,
gold is promised
to light our days
I have seen, passing through,
mystical footprints,
in the morning dew
It was My Savior,
passing on his way,
leaving blessings,
for me this day
In this world
of peace and wars
God's most blessed church
..... has no doors....