His Call

"Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet."   Psalm 45:1


He calls me, “Come and follow”

He whispers in my ear

But, do I hear His sweet voice

Oh, do I sense Him near


Or, have His calls gone silent

Because I hear Him not

Chasing dreams and fantasies

Not doing as I ought


Is it greed that grips me

Prestige, pride, or the norm

Or, am I just a rebel—

Unrepentant and lukewarm


I will turn aside from those

Whose hearts refuse to see

This day I now surrender

I surrender all of me.