You Better Call

I sit here crying; tears running down my face
Because all of my anger with joy He replaced
I sit on the beach or out in the grass
I’m hearing His voice; I’m taking His class

He’s the professor, the teacher and more
I never know what for me He has in store
And so, I take notes; the words of the master
And I write them down right here on the plaster

The day has arrived. Your destruction draws near!
Surrounding you now all the things that you fear
You better call Jesus, don’t wait any longer
The fire is hot and the wind is getting stronger