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He's Calling


Hello? Whos there? Is it for me?

But theres nobdy there who im wishing to see, 

and i stay up at night waiting, just waiting to see,

If that call was destined for me.

I searched for that man who called my name, 

searched for a person who still remained, but i look around

and not a being in sight, only myself and my mind. 

I close my eyes, Hush ! Hush! There it is again, the voice of a king,

the voice of a friend. 

The creator of the universe, the truth and the life, and son of man.

"I Am Jesus," "Listen to my words, Listen to me and you will be heard."

I say yes, thankyou and yes to him.

He's calling.

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