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When I hear his voice—deep

I imagine his voice consoling me

When I hear his voice—sing,

I am encouraged to dream

That I am with him:

Yet, I know his heart is full

An illusion that I paint of him

Flawless—that is not him

Gentle, strong, respectable, kind,

Healthy, a powerful King

When I hear his voice speak

I just listen and tell myself—the truth

I really do not  know the depths of him

Yet, I wish to know HIM.

Empress Journee