He Speaks

I have always loved willows. When I was a young child in Maryland, there was a willow in our backyard. Our first home in Virginia had a willow. Our neighbors on both sides of us now have willows, and when we leave our community there is a willow on the other side of a pond we pass. There used to be two willows across the pond, but one was bent over during a storm and the property owner, rather than attempting to save the beautiful tree...cut it down.

The other day a young lady who was bagging my groceries had a name tag which said, "Willow." She brightened up when I called her by name and told her what a beautiful name she has.

Can we hear Him this morning?  

He speaks

 

He speaks In the wind

He whispers in the willows

He warms me in the sunshine

He embraces me in the moonlight

 

He sings with the songbirds

He dances with the butterflies

He plays with the puppies

He laughs with the babies

 

He joins His tears with mine

He feels my every sorrow

He picks me up when I fall

He calls me by my name

 

His Name is Jesus

And His love is everlasting

His kindness overwhelming

And His heart beats for me…and you.

 

R. L. Withers, 2026