I Heard My Jesus

The Lord put a tune in my head this afternoon, and a poem to go with it.

I heard my Jesus calling out my name

I heard my Jesus calling out my name

He said I’ll take your grief and shame

Your life will never be the same

I heard my Jesus calling out my name.

My Redeemer He reached out His hand

Yea, My Redeemer He reached out His hand

He pulled me from the mud-n-sand

And set my feet on solid land

Yea, My Redeemer reached out His nail-pierced hand

When my Savior comes to take me home

When my Savior comes to take me home

I’ll be singing with the saints

I will offer Him my crown

When my Savior comes and takes me home

Do you hear Jesus calling out your name

Do you hear Jesus calling out your name

You know, He’ll take your grief and shame

Your life will never be the same,

So answer YES! when Jesus calls your name.