I heard my calling
When I heard the bells
I learned the former
From what history tells
In the here and now
I have learned the past
I have gained insight
From what I have asked
Those bells, yes they ring
From a hidden tower
Inside of my heart
They echo each hour
Yet I contemplate
In the dark of night
My calling from above
This calling to write
About this calling
I began to think
What if I neglect
This dry quill and ink
But those bells don't stop
I discern them out loud
In spite of the noise
In spite of the crowd
Rejecting all doubt
Resisting the devil
My one aim and desire
It is the next level
I notice a bell
In a certain steeple
It speaks in the land
Out to many people
Whether it's a song
Whether it's a warning
It speaks in the evening
It speaks in the morning
And now I must speak
My heart does require
The Word burns within
Like a raging fire
Though a vessel of clay
May God's bell speak on
And may those words speak
Even after I'm gone