Who Calls My Name

Who calls my name on a whisper?
That rustles through leaves stirring
Makes a whisper now on the wind
That is loud and clear I hear
Who is that I wish to answer?
For I do not know who calls.
Gently the wind echoes my name
Upon now with gratitude
I understand who calls me
From skies and heaven above
I silently thank the whisper
For calling out my name.

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