With my thoughts in a quiet place
The Holy Ghost, my friend
Speaks to me in a still small voice
What I need most, in the end
Sometimes I hear warm words of comfort
Or I see something as through a urim and thummim
I confide to Him my dreams and secrets...
For He knows me inside and out as my companion
The Holy Ghost, my friend
Speaks to me in a still small voice
What I need most, in the end
Sometimes I hear warm words of comfort
Or I see something as through a urim and thummim
I confide to Him my dreams and secrets...
For He knows me inside and out as my companion
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