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Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Even God Was Silent


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The still, small voice is always there in the night seasons, and it will never stop speaking to the human heart.


He looked down on the earth
and a tear slid down his cheek
and He wondered why
and who He had created
He heard the cries and the screams
of people dying
unto endless day
and then He turned His head
and He grew silent


He vanished to that faraway mountain
where eagles cry
and where no man sees the beauty
of the morning born
the beautiful, silent blue
of sky untouched
the fire ran across the azure clouds
and all was silent


He had meant for it
to be beautiful, you know
still, we spoiled His morning song
Oh, how it must have been so fresh
so wonderfully grand, when it was all
so brand new


when the stars sang for joy
and the earth smiled back
at His loving caress
Life was at its` peak
and the air so crisp
that it hurt to breathe


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