Like the wind of mystery, you cannot tell from whence it came or where it rolls.
Nor can I explain the way Jesus came into my heart so long ago.
All I know is I recall the morning when I heard the Master calling out my name.
And to His call I answered when I asked Him to come in my heart to stay.
Can you hear the Master calling you today?
Can you hear Him calling soft and low?
With His love and mercy, He will pardon you.
But only when you head the Master's call.
Every time I look into the heavens I can hear the Master calling me away.
Calling me into a land where pain and death shall never come my way again.
'Til that day I'll follow Him and serve Him with my all and tell the world about His love.
Praying that another soul like me might come to hear the Master's call.
Can you hear the Master calling you today?
Can you hear Him calling soft and low?
With His love and mercy, He will pardon you.
But only when you head the Master's call.
- Carole Roberson
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8
