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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