As I sit here in the wee dark hours
long before the sun has peeked o'er
the mountains, and the dark
over light has lost her pow'r

And consider the goodness of God Almighty
His Grace, His Love, His Glory
my mind is overwhelmed to think unsightly
demonistic power trying to sell her own story

My own extremely timid abilities
can't even be measured
compared to the earth shaking reality
of Gods' glory, much treasured

Yet, the hold nature and time claims on this flesh
unshakable, unstoppable, clings; someday I'll rest
the aches and pain will be no more
as my soul comes to the river and o'er

On that day,
like the song
I'll fly away
won't be long

Of His beauty we'll behold
as we walk on streets of gold
tears of this life will all be shed
as we walk where angels tread

Around the throne we'll sing
as we sidestep deaths' sting
when we've taken flight
into His Eternal Light