Call Him
When burdens rise and hopes grow dim, don't fear the shadows—call Him;
When faith grows weak and tears grow deep, trust every promise—call Him.
Though idols fail and kingdoms fade, His mercy still is standing;
He lifts the fallen, heals the broken with everlasting planning.
The Lord who formed both earth and sky still holds the world within His hand;
No power of man can thwart His will or change His perfect plan.
He says, "Call unto Me, and I will answer," rich in grace and truth untold;
He'll show you mighty things unseen, more precious far than silver or gold.
Before your first breath, He knew your name; before your first step, He led your way.
Walk close enough to hear His voice, and follow Him each day.
His sheep will know the Shepherd's call, His presence calms the storm within;
He hears, delivers, saves, restores—so never cease to call Him.
Be holy as your Father is, let every prayer draw nearer to Him;
Great things await the trusting heart that daily learns to call Him.
Through every trial, through joy or pain, His love will never grow dim—
Life's greatest victory is found by those who simply call Him.
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