He Will Call
He will call and I will answer,
My heart will rejoice when his voice I hear,
When out of darkness my reality passes,
Then turned what is to what once was.
He will call and I will answer,
Rewarded for being strong all life long,
My soul will rise from misery to ecstasy,
When up hill her beautiful face I see.
He did call and I did answer,
Because all his promises he never passes,
Now the world I know waves in great relief,
that he indeed my soul did keep.
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