Michael W. Smith - Calling Heaven lyrics

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