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The Dark Hour

The dark hour has come Time is ticking fast I feel so numb When I think about the past But the past is not all there is The present is here too The dark hour is his And he is calling you I don’t know what to do Time is winding down But this time I know it’s true The grim reaper is in town He’s waiting for the hour To come to an end Then he has all the power His people he will send Please help me Oh Lord Before the hour is through Please help me cut the clocks cord And walk the path with you The dark hour is here I’m running out of time The end of the hour is very near The clocks about to chime Hear me Oh Mighty King I don’t know what to do All I know is I want to sing And be in Paradise with you. Written by: Betty Sue KopeCrawford On May 2, 2007

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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