When You Call

I felt my God
in the burgundy wind
As He forgave me for
all the days I have sinned

I heard my Father's voice
in the swaying of the grass
I trusted him like I was
again a wee little lass

I saw my Savior in
the smile of a prayer
In these faces I could
see God's infinite care

I tasted my Lord in the
tears rolling down my face
As I accepted the free gift
of His amazing grace

I smelled my Shepherd
before the rain began to fall
As he roared in the thunder
I will answer when you call
 

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