The Call Poem by Gladys Brown Prince

The call was clear but who wants to hear
Take up your cross and come on over here
I turned a deaf ear to my Saviour there
And followed the crowd that was very near

We laughed and we talked ignoring the call
We strolled and we giggled throughout the mall
Not paying attention to the things on the stall
My eyes caught a glimpse of a figure on the wall

I looked at the picture the artist had scrawled
And seeing my Redeemer my heart was appalled
The look on His face could not be erased
With tears in my eyes His love I embraced

I sat on a stool quite close to the pool
And thought of the times I thought I was cool
I reflected on that sermon the cross and the rule
Then heard a voice clearly don’t play the fool

With knees all trembling and eyes full of tears
I bowed myself lowly and sought for the stairs
No sooner I found them in great unawares
He gently hugged me and dried my tears





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Written by G. B. Prince