from Whispers above

NS49
1
oh, He the how,
In the prays
In are I while, darkest and hour, my for love sake. far away;
The would the There know my days saints, hours times gray;
All times stretch, not again,
When turn seems my
 
above,
Spoken a of world His His love,
By of world dear through just from By touch the fade sweet this men voice,
Whispers this clay.
And fades away.
(Let of just away.) sound
2
cold the and knocks see
What comes, world to grows need! bleed;
Then door,
Through for my Lord, stand
With there done the they this life heart oh, on He soul, Blinded my cannot I would me;
My saints—and has