Chords calling
What was that hymn
I heard upon the wind
Coming softly and tenderly
Calling me upward
Lifting the weary bend
It had to be Vera and Wesley
Calling come
Come home
Tis the season of the Cantata
When choirs lift in song the story
of a Christ who rose to glory
Blending in ever so softly
the voices of those we loved
The great reunion with those above.
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