In a building down off first street <br />is a shelter from the wind and rain <br />the reality of winters chill <br />is why most of them came <br />i work here, my job is easy <br />but i find the pressures hard <br />Because every night, till mornings light <br />i hear whispers ment for God <br /> <br />Whispers ment for God <br />whispers in the night <br />every night till mornings light <br />i hear whispers ment for God. <br /> <br />The angry ones they cuse him <br />others ask Him in their heart <br />some seem not to know Him <br />as they whisper in the dark <br /> <br />my job here is easy but <br />i find the pressures hard <br />because every night till morning light <br />i hear whispers ment for God. <br /> <br />whispers ment for God <br />whispers in the night <br />every night till morning light <br />i hear whispers ment for God.<br /><br />Connetta Jean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lyric-whispers-ment-for-god/
