O how gone the time by
days and nights they fly
how many spent in wonder
if Thou hearest my cry
Comforted to know
by Your Hand I’m alive
yet what of tomorrow?
today I’ll still try
How oft I travel this
these borrowed years
in doubt of my dreams
in awe of my fears
Each moment of silence
your voice more clear
each moment of silence
I sense You more near

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