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After the Call by Dana Pratola (Dana's bio) Tried to deny that He whispered to me But had I not seen Him at all Been secure with that unyielding wall I would still feel the call His hand reached patiently for mine One endless inch at a time And though I was going slowly insane Filled with remorse, anger and shame I knew from now on I'd be changed Mercy flowed from the palm of His hand And words like fingers wrapped around sand Faltered and finally evaded me As His love shimmered forth like the sun on the sea And I knew at once I was free .free His peace like a mantle, enrobed my soul I had never before been totally whole But all my desires and all my wishes And even my will, have surrendered to His I've been given a taste of what life really is I thought I had seen it all Felt all there was to feel But now here am I, after the call Knowing it had never been real Now His love and His peace are like air to me Forgiveness is life as it should be And when I grow weary, restless and tired He lifts me up and I'm newly inspired And all this is living, the grace and the giving after the call
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