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| The Call |  |  |  |
| Written by Concepcion dela Rosa-Wolff | |
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| THE CALL Who calls on a night such as this, Pleading, sighing, crying? Ah, it's only the movement of the cold November winds, Or the sound of sad music vibrating in the air.
"Child, I need you, I love you, come to me." Words that seem to pierce your heart, Like Cupid's arrow has captivated your heart. To refuse you cannot do Because you know He calls only someone special as YOU.
"I love you Lord, here I am. Take me, be with me." | |
| Last Updated ( Tuesday, 24 June 2008 ) |
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