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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

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