A cross it was revealed to me,
I thought it was for all to see,
In a pulpit made from glass,
Silver shining there to last.
Then from this pulpit came God’s call,
Receive my blessings one and all,
Yes slow at first, then with a rush,
We all came forward with a crush.
There is a cross, it seemed to shout,
He is alive, He is about,
Then the cross, it faded out.
I realised then! Somewhat small,
God gave to me his personal call,
It was not there for all to see,
Just a sign from God to me.