His will be done
I cannot describe to you God’s call on my life It is bigger than I know
While I sit in my room and try to foresee every plan he has for me
I cannot tell you about the call on my life because, what’s destined to be will be and become my destiny
I cannot tell you about the call on my life because; sometimes it feels like my very destiny will be the end of me
I cannot tell you about the call on my life because it has carried so many tears, brought so many fears, and plight.
I cannot tell you about the call on my life because, many nights I have ran away to afraid to hear his call or call his name
Even though I am afraid I got on my knees and prayed, then God replied
He will wipe away all my tears calm all my fears
Open up doors unimaginable for me to ever think
Give me the strength like David while fighting Goliath
And the love of Abraham for all his children
I cannot tell you about the call on my life because; I will not understand the work of his hands until I reach the end. Amen
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