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Calling Heaven
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written by Michael W. Smith & Wayne Kirkpatrick
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What of the children who have never felt a love
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Tender as the morning
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Nursing the bruises
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And the scars that never seem to go away
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What of the babies who have never left the womb
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Breathing in the lifeline
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Angels in waiting
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Gone before they could be given wings to fly
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(CHORUS)
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Calling heaven
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Seeking mercy
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Tell me there's a place for these
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What of the noble who are searching for the truth
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With truest of intentions
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And yet they're jaded by
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Hypocrisies behind cathedral walls
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What of the humble and the meek that knew despair
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And never got their moment
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But sacrificed a life of comfort
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So that others knew no pain
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(CHORUS)(2X)
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What of the ones who call you lord
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But play the field
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With faithless indecision
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Forgive us father for we truly
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Do not know what we have done
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(CHORUS)
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Calling Heaven
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Michael W. Smith |