Time is sleeping

Time is sleeping

In stillness weeping its fall

For Heaven is calling my soul

to come and walk upon forever

to behold that which will never fade

and Thy will be done, I will come.

I am making my way to the place beyond the stars

Past the wind, where all things end and begin

And I am near, for I can hear the single Voice

Which sits enthroned, and sings of home

As it calls my name.

but Time stirs awake and my joy does delay.

Soon Time will pass

and I will at last

take wing.