Twilight time has come, Our journey
Soon be done, My mind rewinds the
Scenes, Of our Shepperd, You and me
Through fair weather and tempest gail
His great love that's never failed
The years have taken much, From these body's
Formed in clay, Yet precious gifts were given
Us, Along the potters way, Patience sorely gained
By being made to wait, Obedience we found, So
Often wrapped in pain
Nearing the end of our race, Our hearts must
Contemplate,The ways of man,The flesh wars
Against the spirit, Mans soul weighed in the
Balance, We'll stand alone that day, Who will
It be that wins our race ?
