God's Call To You

I think of love, take a look around, watch some grow as others fall down. Then I stop and think of a love, one that was called from God above. You open the paper of news to read, each day with your morning coffee. I sit and dwell about our life, how it was torn just doesn't seem right. At times I ask, "Why you my love, why were you sent to Angels above?" You always gave that great lift, God must have needed your special gift. Anger I will not allow to step in, for this only adds to sin. So now my love I want you to know, I'll say goodbye, never let you go. Life for me goes on somehow, for it's God who needs you now.