The Lord calls
The Lord calls,
Come to me.
Leave the plains of ordinary times
The well worn paths of everyday
Leave the dry river beds
And relentless horizons
The daydreams
And mirages
Of life.
And come to me.
Come to me.
Leave the plains of ordinary times
The well worn paths of everyday
Leave the dry river beds
And relentless horizons
The daydreams
And mirages
Of life.
And come to me.
Wordinthehand2010
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