The Call

Voices ringing throughout my ear Some far, and surely some near But this distinguished sound is what I can’t s. top seeming to hear. So I seek to know, vision of the seer And I peek Through opportunities window From where does the sound appear Distinct it is. And it’s calling me It keeps drawing me Amongst other sounds. Like a resounding gong or a clinging cymbal An irritation to my ears as they all resemble. Hearing these tunes time and time again Luring sounds of sin. And I think, there’s one distinct For it comes in the night and it whistles And in light, it draws me nigh, sweet whispers Saying come out from amongst them And the pitch grows louder. The false alarms began to perish I cherish the ring throughout my ear Persuaded by the pursuing and its gentle wooing I am choosing to be still Amongst the multitude of clanging bells Not ringing true. But this one is real. Caught In between wonder and expectations thrill It’s beckoning at my soul That it may become my hearts seal My hearts seal. For it, I have adored and longed Becoming day to day pierced by the sound of it’s song Distinct it is Not only to listen I must respond Fading out the rest, for it is beyond So I look closer through the windows screen I let what I hear intervene As I open my window. Heaven’s sound. The love I found As I answered the call.