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Michael W Smith The Call

of the ones who call you, Lord But play the field With faithless indecision Forgive us, Father for we truly Do not know what we have done Calling Heaven

Chorus: Calling heaven Seeking mercy Tell me there's a place for these What of the children who have never felt a love Tender as the morning Nursing the

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Chorus: Calling heaven Seeking mercy Tell me there's a place for these What of the children who have never felt a love Tender as the morning Nursing the

Chorus: Calling heaven Seeking mercy Tell me there's a place for these What of the children who have never felt a love Tender as the morning Nursing

: instrumental

(john w. wiggins/anthony smith/michael garvin) The season for the rodeo is over And he's usually back home this time of year But I haven't heard a word

And walk with me Journey through the door Come see what I can see All the reasons we were made Who we were meant to be Rise, He's calling you to go

(Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick) Long time since I've seen your smile But when I close my eyes I remember You were no more than a child