Horrid times
Wondrous hours
Will be had by Your children
In these very final days.

Wake, we are
Sleep no more
Alive in spirit as we die daily
Transforming Your wants to ours.

Crippled flesh
Cries to You
You deliver joy in the midst of dread
And strength to handle all outcomes.

You know all
You bless us
We enter the Kingdom by Your hand
If we stay persistent in faith and truth.

Can’t You hear?
Can’t You see?
We cheer Your patient righteousness
And proclaim Your Kingdom to all who listen.

You knew us
Before birth.
Created, we were, for Your good pleasure
As we worship You night and day.