Whispers above from

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