Eleventh Hour
It seems so late,
on your answer we wait.
Time is just an illusion,
we search for our conclusion.
As hours turn to ashes,
in love, we see the flashes.
The final hour is here,
fortold by the seer.
In that hour we live,
the eleventh hour to give.
Only heirs know that hour,
for in him we have power.
In victory we proclaim,
the glory of his name.
by johnaarongreen
copyright 2008
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