His Hour
When "Your" hour comes to me
And "You" take it not away
As my soul to be redeemed
At my vessels end of day.
When daylight shines no more
When breathe I shall not need
When I have test "Your" chore
Grant eternal rest and sleep.
Until my hour does come
Let me worship at "Your" feet
And sing and beat "Your" drum
Until face to face we meet.
Hear me pray unto "You"
To guide and make me see
Grant grace and show me truth
Until "Your" hour comes to me.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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