Still He Calls

Title: Still He Calls

Style: Worship ballad, orchestral arrangement, male voice with choral backing

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Lyrics:

(Whispers in the breeze)

(Ahh ahh ahh)

The morning light paints skies in gold

The oceans speak what can't be told

The stars align with perfect grace

His fingerprints in time and space

And in the silence of the night

His breath gives all the dark its light

Still He calls, like running waters

To wayward sons and wandering daughters

Though we pierced His heart with scorn

He wore our crown, endured our thorns

Still He calls with love unshaken

Though His gift is still forsaken

He walked among the ones He made

With healing hands, no pride displayed

Yet we denied the Lamb so pure

His wounds we caused, His death endured

The nails were driven through His grace

Still mercy shone upon His face

Still He calls, like running waters

To prodigal hearts, distant and farther

Though we bruised His holy name

He bore our shame, embraced the flame

Still He calls through storms and thunder

Inviting all to pause and wonder

Oh can you hear the river’s cry?

A voice that lives though kings may die

The Maker crushed, yet still He pleads

To turn, return, be finally freed

Still He calls, like running waters

Grace flows down for sons and daughters

Love unearned, yet freely given

A whisper echoing from heaven

Still He calls, and will not tire

His heart, a never-ending fire

(Ahhh ahh ahh...)

Still He calls…

Still He calls…