A Call Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

I got lonely this morning
And thought of your sweet smile
I longed to hear your voice
So I gave you a quick dial

I waited there in silence
For you to pick up the phone
But my heart broke into pieces
When I remembered you weren't home

Because you're up walking in glory
Roaming streets of gold
You've got so many treasures
Your hands can't even hold

You're busy with the angels
And got a mansion tall
Yeah, you're up talking with Jesus
So you can't hear my call

I felt like such a fool
I was so far behind
Since I forgot you couldn't answer
On your end of the line

I needed to hear your voice
To talk and hear your smile
But I forgot for just a moment
That you'd been gone a while

Because you're up walking in glory
Roaming streets of gold
And you've got so many treasures
Your hands can't even hold

You're busy with the angels
And got a mansion tall
Yeah, you're up talking with Jesus
So you can't hear my call

I hung up the phone
And talked to God instead
I told him how life wasn't fair
And slowly bowed my head

I sat there thinking of heaven
Of the sites I cant wait to see
And instead one day it'll be you
That will come a calling for me

Because you're up walking in glory
Roaming streets of gold
And you've got so many treasures
Your hands can't even hold

You're busy with the angels
And got a mansion tall
Yeah, you're up talking with Jesus
So you can't hear my call