From all around a clear-cut call.
Who sends a message for my ear?
"O trust, and I will give you all."
Such largess cannot but enthrall
The seeker who holds riches dear—
From all around a clear-cut call.
I reach to grasp this wherewithal,
To gather treasures, tumbling near.
"O trust, and I will give you all."
Yet wisdom stirs, and doubts appall.
Can mortal mind be really clear?
From all around a clear-cut call:
Though faint at first, this sound so small
Begins to swell the atmosphere,
"O trust, and I will give you all."
That second voice fills judgment-hall.
It's Spirit—God—who's shouting here.
From all around a clear-cut call,
"O trust, and I will give you all."
