Dear God, when shall we listen; when shall we know,
That Jesus is the only Savior; there is nowhere else to go.
We all listen to people, and all they have to say
Can we not listen to Jesus and His word, even on Sunday?

  One day many will cry; many shall mourn what they chose
Wake up people of this world; choose God, He knows.
He knows each one’s sorrow, pain or grief; He can see.
Let us listen to His sweet word, so in Heaven we shall be.

Listen to our Master, and then read His sweet word
It will be the sweetest story this earth has ever heard.
Let us go to the mountains feet, to the hills in prayer.
Let us go meet our Master today; He is always there.

Shall we meet Him in the growing fields, or by the trees?
‘Bout any place would do, if it’s Him we’re trying to please.
He loves us with heart and soul, let us love Him the same
When He greets us in Heaven there, God will call our name.

 He will have a place for us, as we have never seen before
He shall stroll all over Heaven with us, then many things more.
Maybe we will see each star He puts out to shine on earth,
Or, suppose He shows us now, to whom Mary gave birth.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
June 6, 2007

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