Is the sound of the clock
While I linger anxiously awaiting,

I fear my Hope
is gently racing away
With my faith trailing
on its back

Will this leave me with nothing?

—–This is madness—-

For it is rubbish to gaze at life
With such a dim stare
Remember my friend,
Our God has always been there

Turn aside from the tireless despair
For that gentle hand of God
Is holding you up.

Do not delay!
Make praise be
The dance of your day

For Our God

is one that is steadfast

to the end



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