Heaven's Call Poem by Jesse Fast

Listen... Hear the angels singing?
Can you hear the joyous call?
Peace on earth and joy to mankind,
How I marvel at it all...

Hear it... in the quiet birdsong,
Midst the calmness of the morn,
Or the mighty crash of thunder,
From the blackened sky is borne.

Hear the sounds of nature calling,
Hear the whisper in the trees,
The harmony can heal your soul,
Hear it waft upon the breeze?

Hear it... in the crashing waves,
Of the ocean vast and blue,
Hear it in the evening sunset,
Painted in the brightest hue.

When we gather all to worship,
On the blessed day of rest,
How the church is filled with singing,
And are hearts are truly blest.

It is there the call of Heaven,
Comes with peace from up above,
How it settles now upon us,
And our hearts are filled with love.

If you look into the ghettos,
Or the slums of pain and strife,
You can hear the call of mercy,
In that place where sin is rife.

The call of God is boundless,
Reaching out to those in sin,
Heaven's call can reach you,
It can fill your heart within.

You may walk upon the mountains,
You may trod the valley low,
In every place you find yourself,
The call is heard where ere you go.

As we travel on this journey,
Seeking rest from sun to sun,
Heaven's call will guide us onward,
Til' our life down here is done...