Monday, July 27, 2009

The Phone Call



The Phone Call

There's one caller ahead of you
I'm sorry to keep you waiting
I know the sound of His voice
He leaves me longing and anticipating

He said He would die for me
And write my number in blood
Help me with all the worry and heartache
And make sure I understood

No need to turn the volume up loud
Or buy special headgear
Or panic over color of choice
He's always there, in that still small Voice

Chorus

He has the eyes of a dove
The hands of a carpenter
He was wounded for my transgressions
So pardon me while I put you on hold
To make this confession
I love You, I love You, I love You
I do, I do !

Poem --- song
Judy L Wilson
July 24,09
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