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 © Betty Crawford | Year Posted 2007
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