The Final Hour

 


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.

 

Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson

©2010

 

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Music:

"Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior"

Rose's Front Porch

 

 

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