THE WORD

The word passed by my window,
brushed against my pain,
Said I've been this way before,
And things are still the same,
Yes, things are still the same.

Call my name on the wind,
Call my name, and I will come in,
Call my name, and I will come in.

One night as I lay sleeping,
the word came again,
Whispered softly, to me, call my name.

Call my name on the wind, ,
Call my name, and I will come in,
Call my name and I will come in.

(Lyrics to a worship song 1998 By Trish)
Trish 2013