The pack of thieves you ran with then
The child now man that had no time to lend
Has drawn closer, yet still remains
Much work to cleanse some worldly stains
These things of old still call to you
They cling desperate to leech not sooth
The soul of once, of yesterdays
Servant mine great price I paid
Paid to save without a thought
Or second guess you I have sought
Far from what some call coincidence
Dear one as sacrifice of no offense
Came to tell a world of hurt
To walk with you and not desert
Hold this day and know I come
As age draws near things will become
Clear of doubt that has no place
Inside of you restless you pace
Anxious has no cause for you
I know of this for I was too
Before my Father took control
As cup I sought to give Him hold
Know well this day and those yet passed
There are no more but less near last
As things will fall as will mankind
In time I'll claim those I call mine
