WE KNOW NOT THE HOUR

We know not the hour when fleeing breath
Bids us farewell and ushers in death
When we close our eyes and life says goodbye
It steals away and then we will die

We know not the hour but it is surely coming
Each breath we take a death note is humming
In the nostrils of all who breathe in air
Death’s scythe is reaping and none it will spare

For God said the soul that sins surely will die
In Him is the truth and no shadow of a lie
Ever formed itself on His holy lips
And time from a sinner surely it slips

Fast and fleeting; so quickly it goes
How much of it left nobody knows
Carrying us surely down to the grave
What of the soul if it is not safe?

What then of your riches and treasures of wealth
No medicine will restore your body to health
When death’s chill hand touches your brow
And coldly it says; I come for you now

We know not the hour of the trumpet blast
Sounding in triumph; Jesus comes at last
When He will gather His saints in rapture to the air
Tell me my friend will I see you there?

For I know with assurance He is coming some hour
The king in His glory; mighty in power
If living when He comes my raptured body will soar
To meet with the saints who have gone on before

The hands of the clock circling its face
Pointing to time going by you can never replace
Like swift flowing sand in the hour glass
See now quickly time and life it will pass

Grasp time then sinners its precious moments not waste
For now is the time; to Jesus make haste
Call for His mercy for in fear you will cower
If He comes and you are not ready this very hour

Colin Moffett