The Deliverer

We stand on the brink of the end.

A familiar song coming from the horizon,

the clouds part like the sea.

This is the spark of eternity.

I was born a slave.

I've thirsted for You my whole life.

You've changed not Thy ways.

Changed not Thy cross.

You've kept it firmly upon my shoulders that

You might hear me and I will hold this to the grave.

Remove not Thy song that

I might grow cold and turn from Thee.

But hold me close, Oh Lord.

A hundred thousand lifetimes have come and gone, and a

hundred thousand lives would be given to stand where I stand.

The clouds of Heaven open and I hear one familiar song.

Hold me close, oh Lord.

Leave me not this last hour.

All creation sings

How great is our God