Lyrics for the song “The Call” by Celtic Woman
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I just watched The Call (2013)
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The Flow
The city whispered the secret in the thrumming of its forgotten veins. Not an audible sound, but a vibration that wormed its way into the bones of the lost, the seekers yearning for a truth that shredded the fabric of sanity. It was a call only they could hear, a resonance with the ancient pulse that beat beneath the streets, in chambers older than the stones of the Earth itself.
The descent was never planned. One step led to a forgotten stairwell, then a crumbling passage, and always, the thrum throbbed stronger. The tunnels weren't built, but grown – impossibly smooth, cylindrical, a disconcerting warmth radiating from their walls. In the absolute darkness, a thread of sickly luminescence drew them onward, a river of liquid, flowing in defiance of gravity through the center of the tunnels. It pulsed, and split, and coiled back into itself, changing direction on a whim, a perpetual dance with no source, no destination.
To touch it was to touch nothing. Yet it reacted, rippling in patterns too complex for the eye to follow. In the tunnel's mirrored surface, however, the watcher's reflection began to subtly change. At first, it was barely noticeable – a faint blurring at the edges, a hint of luminescence seeping into the figure's outline. But with each passing moment, the transformation accelerated. The reflection's form grew hazy, its features dissolving into the flowing light. A strange, unsettling euphoria flickered across the distorted face, a happiness tinged with a desperate eagerness. It was as if the reflection itself was yearning to be absorbed, to become one with the endless flow.
Then, the chamber: a monstrous cavern glistening beneath a ceiling lost to darkness. Here, the thrum was a roar, barely tolerable. At its heart lay the vast, iridescent pool, shimmering like spilled starlight. The ancient entity stirred in its depths, its presence a vast, incomprehensible thing older than time. It summoned with the promise of an end to isolation, a transcendence into oblivion. Thoughts stuttered and dissolved. Hope was an absurdity. Here, the only truth was annihilation, an irresistible absorption into the endless, mindless flow.
Why the call came, why certain souls answered it – those were mysteries for another age, perhaps one that would never exist. For now, the pulse echoed, and somewhere deep beneath the streets, another lonely soul felt the resonance in their bones, and began to descend. Theirs would be a sacrifice, a tithe paid in flesh and sanity to keep the veil thin, to keep the entity slumbering in its ancient prison. The cost was oblivion for a chosen few, a terrible secret to carry, but a necessary price to ensure the continued, oblivious existence of the rest of the world. The city above would never know the horror that lurked beneath, the monstrous hunger that pulsed in the darkness. Theirs was a life on borrowed time, a fragile normalcy bought with a soul.
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“I ain't here to hold you when you cry I ain't here to hold your shaky hand I ain't here to look you in the eye I don't want you under my command I can only hope you feel your tears I can only wish you'd feel the hope I can only hope that I can see…” circa 1987 @the.call.band #vinyl #michaelbeen #thecall #elektrarecords https://www.instagram.com/p/Cha7KtIs1yp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Several years ago, I was called for jury duty. Upon checking in, I received my juror number, was directed into a large room of a hundred people and told to come forward when my number was called.
After almost an hour of waiting, a clerk came in and announced: “Number 153”
Nobody stirred, and I assumed someone was not paying attention.
“Number 153?” The voice cried out again in a slightly louder note, and again no one answered. Then an exasperated cry of “Number 153!” and I realized that I WAS 153!
After I answered the call, I was one of the jurors selected, however if I wasn’t listening or chose to ignore the call, I could have NOT been “Chosen.”
God’s call to you is exactly like being in that room full of people. It’s easy to get preoccupied in this room of life, but Jesus is calling your name. As He said, 'many are called' - but in order to respond you must listen and pay attention to hear His voice.
Friend, this is true for you too. God is calling your number right now! Your name has been selected for heaven and eternal life as you read this, and the question is:
WILL YOU ANSWER THE CALL?
God Bless Your Day
Jesus Loves You
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*Newly Uploaded* - FREEDOM COMES BY SACRIFICE
"Behold, I called to them, even to the great outpouring of My spirit; in page after page, I wrote to them, offering them many gifts; yea, with arms outstretched, I sought to uphold them and guide them. Yet they refused My voice and drew back the hand, turning to Me the back, for they want no part with Me as I truly am." Says The Lord
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📖 Source: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Freedom_Comes_By_Sacrifice
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*Newly Uploaded* - FREEDOM COMES BY SACRIFICE
"Thus says The Lord: I have called to the scoffer and to the wicked alike, that they might come forward and declare their evil thoughts, that they might come forth from their hiding places and walk openly in their rebellion. And thus they have answered, they have surely come out..."
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Source: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Freedom_Comes_By_Sacrifice
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