Calling I woke up this morning from a restless night in bed A tear stained pillow and your words echoing in my head I looked at my bible as if it stare back at me, I knew there was a message that you had wanted me to see (Chorus) Calling... I hear you calling. Calling... I hear you calling. From the wind and the rain that weathers through my pain You are calling me... Calling me near near to you. From a small boy of Samuel to David a great king In the middle of the night they heard you calling To everyone who belongs to each one you've given a call But oh, how I tremble. How I'm afraid of it all! By Gina Brown Copyright 1997 Guitars: Mark Coulter All other music and vocals performed by Gina using Ensonique keyboard and Peavey Bass guitar BMI Registered