A Voice was Calling
I realized with tearful eye
all my friends had left or died
Thinking I was now alone
I slumped down on a bitter throne
When I awoke a voice was calling
from somewhere deep inside me
I strained to hear what it was telling
with words so soft and yet compelling
Then suddenly I recognized
a voice I’d yearned for all along
For in the dawn of early morning
I felt the Lord Himself aborning
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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