THE FINAL HOUR
The Final Hour
When the dew is on the roses
And the sun is sinking low
When the rain is softly falling
I may take the time to show.
When the winter snow is drfting
All across the frozen ground
When the world is lost in slumber
I may come without a sound.
When the autumn leaves are tumbling
Swirling softly through the air
When the north wind blows abruptly
I may come without a care.
When the lazy days of summer
Find a sultry afternoon
When the locusts start their singing
I may be coming back real soon.
When the world is filled with sunshine
And a rainbow lights the sky
When a springtime storm is brewing
I may come without a sigh.
When the prophsesy in Bible
Burst forth with all its power
When the trumphet has been sounded
I may come this final hour.
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"Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior"
Rose's Front Porch