Saturday, May 14, 1994

calling

I was talking with God
And his only son
Wondering around aloud
Of how much has been said
Of how little has been done
I was told to rise my self
In service
In name
In vision
In love
To open myself
To the love of forever
To still my self
Hard for impact
Of a crowd that won't fade
The harder they hit
The more he calls to me
To let go
Of this pain
All this shame
All this game
I see where to go
I know how to cry
I hear him call me
I here him calling my name………..

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