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.