The Phone Call
I’m placing my phone call
And I am sure it will never be busy
It will ring for as long as it takes me
To whisper the need I’m addressing
The answer may not come the first time
My request may be a little selfish
But after I’ve asked with a right heart and mind
I can be sure the answer will arrive
And I will be blessed by a gentle caress
From the One who answers every call
His voicemail is never too full
And He never leaves you hanging
His voice comes through loud and clear
As He reveals His Spirit to your heart
And breathes love through your soul
This call, called prayer
Is filled with grace, hope and faith
And a love that abides in this place
Where His Spirit replies
With a answer that lights up the skies
Flows through the veins
A response that brings us to praise
And glorify His precious name
Ephesians 2:8-9 KJV
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
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