THE HOUR OF MY COMING
 

MY PEOPLE ASK ME ALL THE TIME
WHEN WILL YOUR COMING BE?
YOU SAID THAT WE COULD KNOW THE SIGNS
AND THEY WATCH THE SKIES FOR ME
AND JUST LIKE THEY, I AWAIT THE DAY
WHEN FATHER SAYS TO GO
TO GATHER THE GOOD FRUIT OF THE EARTH
AND TELL THEM WHAT I KNOW
THAT SECRET SHALL BE MADE KNOWN SOON
I PROMISE YOU THAT THIS
WILL COME TO YOU WHOSE HEARTS ARE TRUE
AND WAIT FOR THE BRIDEGROOM'S KISS
THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE LIE
NOW THERE IN DISARRAY
ALMOST FILLED IN AND FINISHED WHEN
I COME TO YOU ON THAT DAY
THE CLUES I'VE LEFT FOR OPENED EYES
WILL SOON FALL INTO PLACE
THEN I WILL MEET YOU IN THE SKIES
AND SEE YOU FACE TO FACE
I KNOW THE WORLD HAS LOST IT'S HOLD
AND YOU CRY FOR HEAVEN'S TOUCH
AS HEAVEN WAITS FOR ME TO BRING
THE ONES I LOVE SO MUCH
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, BELOVED
SOONER THAN YOU KNOW
I'M COMING FOR YOU THE VERY HOUR
THAT FATHER BIDS ME GO.
 

Through Rhonda Love Jackson
Feb 3, 2005 7:53 p.m.