11
August is over those golden days are through
Yet I hear you still your whispering longingly calling for a rewind
As the sky rolls black from blue
All it does is remind
You cannot rewrite time
What is done you can't undo
From receding hours
On a faded clock face
Leaving all I had as a tale to retrace
Times to embrace
Or wasted blank space
Never thought I'd give a care
But then it erased
And now I've walked the final step in this old road
A dead end zone
Nowhere to go
What can I show
For all I've done and known
If this is the eleventh hour
And this is where the trumpets blow
Could I at least get something right
Or have a burned that bridge and hope
October's coming I see it in the skies
And I hear the songs I wrote last year
Coming back to haunt my mind
Will I ever find my rest
Or will I die with nothing left
But a hope that truth might gain respect
A haze of fire and embers glowing
Cold and blue be purified say
Time is worth more than my fears
Dichotomy of wisdom here
Will I listen to my words
Or like a chalk board do I blur them
Desperate to drown out what lies
Around a corner veiled in time
From receding hours
All I have got is broken and it will be erased
Is this the eleventh hour
God is this the eleventh hour
Is this this the eleventh hour
Maranatha, come Lord Jesus
Amen
Yet I hear you still your whispering longingly calling for a rewind
As the sky rolls black from blue
All it does is remind
You cannot rewrite time
What is done you can't undo
From receding hours
On a faded clock face
Leaving all I had as a tale to retrace
Times to embrace
Or wasted blank space
Never thought I'd give a care
But then it erased
And now I've walked the final step in this old road
A dead end zone
Nowhere to go
What can I show
For all I've done and known
If this is the eleventh hour
And this is where the trumpets blow
Could I at least get something right
Or have a burned that bridge and hope
October's coming I see it in the skies
And I hear the songs I wrote last year
Coming back to haunt my mind
Will I ever find my rest
Or will I die with nothing left
But a hope that truth might gain respect
A haze of fire and embers glowing
Cold and blue be purified say
Time is worth more than my fears
Dichotomy of wisdom here
Will I listen to my words
Or like a chalk board do I blur them
Desperate to drown out what lies
Around a corner veiled in time
From receding hours
All I have got is broken and it will be erased
Is this the eleventh hour
God is this the eleventh hour
Is this this the eleventh hour
Maranatha, come Lord Jesus
Amen
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Writer(s): Collin Patterson
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