Empty page before me lies
a whisper of eternity
a hope, a sentence to unveil
a part of what He gave to me
I write aware and unaware
of forces beckoning me home
I hear the sweet still voice of God
who inspiration will come from
And still I walk and travel on
Until that day My Savior calls me
Still I labor at the gate
until that day He comes to free
That day will launch a thousand tongues
to sing the praise of God's own hand
to see what He has promised
to set my eyes upon the Lamb
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