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i'm thinking of it
we arise all the early
blown awake by the sound
of the clock that starts ticking
and running us down
the days they grow weary
and the hours they crawl
while we ask and we wonder
about our trips and our falls
our minds start racing
and we know not why
we scatter the blanks
we lengthen our sighs
our body is heavy
and our mind like weight
we stand and we watch
the clock fade away
but now that im speaking
in such a negative tone
may you find peace in knowing
you are not alone
there are others beside you
standing to stare
but what they do not know
is something you and I share
when we awake in the morning
He whispers rejoice
of what sounds like an alarm
may as well be His voice
and the time is not running
without His hand to guide
its time we are using
with Him by our side
and our worries they pile
the dragging of the clock
is more than we can handle
so He becomes our Rock
we remember His mercy
His grace and His love
and our sighs become hopeful
at the thought of
and our bodies grow lighter
at the press of His name
and suddenly we feel
that the clock has no name
and deep in our hearts
like an ocean and beach
it collides with His grace
and we stand strong on our feet
for His load is light
and we thirst for His mind
and then we realize
in Him there’s no worry of time
