The Call
O Children, how tenderly I woo you, how gently I call. But you must be attentive and listening, to hear me at all— I Am all around you, every minute of the day— Speaking, but many times your thoughts are far away. Lost in the cares, and anxiety of life, when I would guide you to the left, you turn to the right. Much have you missed Me by unhearing ears. Many have been your unnecessary tears. I desire to guide you by a small still voice; But whether you hear Me is by your own choice. For I am speaking, uttering words of life. Where your own ways only bring you strife. Yea, only an attentive heart will hear; In worship My council is made very clear.