THE VOICE OF GOD
The voice of god is softly calling
Calling me back to his fold
Oh wayward child why do you linger
The voice of god is calling low.
Your body is sick; your heart is broken
Your mind confused, your soul is sad
Oh wayward child why did you leave me?
the very best friend that you had.
You are my lamb; I am your Shepard
Oh prodigal won’t you return
Come home my child, your father is waiting
The voice of god is calling low.
I have a ring to place on your finger
The banquet table, I have prepared
Come home my child, your father loves you
The voice of god is calling low.