The Time Shall Come
'Twas when I cried one day and said.
Oh Lord!
Why can't my heart be fed..
For sorrows lay upon my bed.
And thistles, thorns and storms, I dread.
Toward the setting sun, I walked.
With matchless hope, where silence stalked.
Though yearning for forevermore.
I persevered, as eagles soared.
As eventide, it crashed on shore.
And winds of change, opened every door.
My wings of love, from corners came.
Embracing thus, with a brand new name.
The time shall come.
Oh Child of Mine.
When you will sit, with kings, and dine.
So softly spoken, HIS voice replied.
To a broken heart.
That wouldn't die.
So farewell indeed, the past is gone.
Tomorrow comes.
But not forlorn.
Today is here, where G
race abounds.
And love's own voice.
Whispers a sweetly sound.
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