It is the Savior's Hand

It is the Savior's Hand

I heard Him Whispered my name
I never knew what I heard was my name
Cudgeled to a state of mental sublimate
My soul searching for a joyous revival
All, but in that moment of mental declivity
I was seized by a fiendish fearsome being.

I searched my social circle for encouragement
These merely fell short for my soul to encourage
My daily chores have turned monotonous
I felt myself losing the rungs of uplifting
How dreadful; how scary life sojourn could be
In this throng without a savior hand

Hedged up against the wall of despair
Lonely in this highway of crowded wayfarers
I heard him whispered my name
It sounds like an Angelic name
Pressing against the clanging worldly applause
I cringed my ears to listen to that voice

Amidst the hazy dusty worldly sphere;
Glorious in splendor, the beauty of my Savoir,
Stretching forth His arm to beckon,
Yet again, a drifting soul like me to save
The Psaltery of Angelic voices in melodious tune
Praising and worshiping Him, whom the world despised

The sound rising in crescendo, swallowed
Up the mad-some throng of the worldly applause;
Engulfing my weary and desolate soul with joy and
Comfort; re-invigorating a spiritual revival
And dispatching to emptiness, the fear
And dread the world so cruelly held in captivity.

Would you listen to the voice of the savior call?
It sounds silently strident amidst the worldly applause
But you will not miss His clarity and insistence call
If you listen very hard at your duty post
He is everywhere, every time, for a soul to save
Listen brother; hearken sister, to the savior call.