Glory Glory

Lord, in the still of the hour;
crickets, life, clock ticks with power.
All so quiet, to think thoughts of you...
Now I know, you passed by. Thank you.

I felt your brush upon my brow,
Your loving hand... don't know how.
I heard you speak to my heart,
"I will watch over you, never to depart!"

I know you are with me to the end;
As we walk together, the road no bend.
The highway is safe and, oh, so bright;
To the glorious place where all is light!

So bright, Lord, it hurts my eyes;
More radiant than all the sunrise!
Your glory and grace has won my soul.
There is nothing greater, thus I say bold!

So, my son shall ever be.
Glory to you eternally.
Praise, adoration and awe!
Jesus, you deserve it all!

Copyright (Howard) Vern Nicholson