Yes, it was Gods voice speaking to our hearts. Down deep in our souls we yearn to Hear His voice calling us... Come unto Me and I will give you rest. I heard it. It was like a song to my ears. Then I said, Lord, I hear Your voice. It is like a thunder roar to others but to me it is like birds singing songs of praise early in the morning. Giving you glory and honor. I heard it swell on the spread of wings. Come ye thankful people come, raise the song of harvest home. All is safely gathered in. Ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied. Come to Gods temple come. Raise the song of harvest home. O Lord, we hear Your sweet voice wherever we go. We hear it rustling as You move to and fro. We love You o Lord, we praise You, we adore Your holy name. Amen
