CALLING HEAVEN - MICHAEL W. SMITH LYRIC

CHORUS

Calling heaven

Seeking mercy

Tell me there's a place for these

VERSE 1

What of the children

Who have never felt a love

Tender as the morning

Nursing the bruises

And the scars

That never seem to go away

What of the babies

Who have never left the womb

Breathing in the lifeline

Angels in waiting

Gone before they could be

Given wings to fly

VERSE 2

What of the noble

Who are searching for the truth

With truest of intentions

And yet they are jaded by

Hypocrisies behind cathedral walls

What of the humble

And the meek that knew despair

And never got their moment

But sacrificed a life of comfort

So that others knew no pain

BRIDGE

What of the ones who call you Lord

But play the field

With faithless in decision

Forgive us Father for we truly

Do not know what we have done

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