~ Salvation Claim ~
My Master often speaks
But few there are who listen
He cares so much for all
His eyes with tears must glisten
After all it cost Him
As He hung alone upon a tree
Redeeming those who strayed
The likes of you and me
Who else would have been willing?
I am sure that no one would
But He loved us with all His heart
That's just how He could
Please gentle souls, just listen
When He calls your name
He may never call again
So come now, Salvation claim
Betty Hill © 2006
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