Who Can You Depend Upon

Oh wretched man

Who can depend on thy word?

And give their allegiance upon

Who has precious blood?

To give and to save

And never take away.

I hear Him coming on wings of a horse

Pure white

Yet His robe has been bloodied in the wine press

And He calls the eagle

To the feast

He flies in from out of the East.

He gives a taste of His grace

A drop of his love covers the grassy field

Like dew in the morning

He comes and goes without any warning

Those who can sleep – sleep on

Those who can dream – dream on.

With the rising of the sun

I’ll be gone.

Those who can preach – preach on

Those whom you can reach – better take hold

There is more than enough time in eternity to grow old

Best to be bold

The Ancient of Days

Can still be fresh and new

No matter what you did

Nor what you’re going to do

His Judgment He brings will be true

I pray His grace and mercy He shows to you.

DWB  © MMXII