Do you think the sound of the birdsong
That greets the morning
And the sound of your tears or laughter
Or even your cry of pain or anguish
Are different to the ear of God?

There is no difference
Except in your mind
That always seeks to censor you
Or censor the world

The birdsong, the sound of the wind in the trees
The howl of the wolf
And the cry of love or sorrow
Are all the song of grace

Open your heart so wide
Everything falls in
And you will also hear
With the ear of God.

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