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He Called My Name
Like the petals of a rose receive the dew
My ears tingle with the voice
That calls my name.
As the sun with the dawn
I arise beckoned by the voice
That calls my name.
Here I am.
I called you not.
I return to my ease.
Simply mistaken.
Like the willow shimmers with the breeze
My ears dance to the voice
That calls my name.
As the leaf turns toward the light
I seek out the voice
That calls my name.
Here I am.
I called you not.
I return to my ease.
Again mistaken.
Like a colt greets the spring
My ears leap to the voice
That calls my name.
As the lamb to the ewe
I respond to the voice
That calls my name.
Here I am.
I called you not.
Tis the Lord you seek.
Should He call again
Say oh Lord speak
For I am your servant.
So oft mistaken,
How could it be
That the Lord would seek
Or deign to speak?
To one such as me?
And then…
He called my name.
Not once or twice
He called until I could hear.
He called from afar
And He called from so near
He called my name
And joy of joys
I listened.
Copyright ©
Danny Derden
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