The Midnight Hour

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    The Midnight Hour

    It is the midnight hour when I awaken in my bed,

    And many, many scriptures I ponder in my head.

     

    I run up to the window and gaze out at the darkened sky,

    And I wonder if tonight’s the night, He’ll come to take his bride.

     

    He promised me that He would come, a thief within the night,

    So I run and take a look again, but my Saviors not in sight.

     

    I lay there and I listen but no trumpet sound I hear,

    And Oh I have to wonder will my Savior soon be here?

     

    I feel the Holy Spirit, as a dove within the night,

    I know I’ll see my Savior…………………….

                                        It just may not be tonight.

     

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