Time is sleeping
In stillness weeping its fall
For Heaven is calling my soul 
to come and walk upon forever 
to behold that which will never fade
and Thy will be done, I will come.

I am making my way to the place beyond the stars
    Past the wind, where all things end and begin
And I am near, for I can hear the single Voice
    Which sits enthroned, and sings of home
As it calls my name.
but Time stirs awake and my joy does delay.

Soon Time will pass
     and I will at last
take wing.