In the stillness of the afternoon,
the spirit whispers "Jesus, Lord, how soon?"
The soul to echo such an inquiry;
the heart to sigh and see if it can see...
How much of life to cry out for that sight?
At morning, noon, and even through the night!
Living reaches for that just beyond...
we cry out for Him of Whom we're fond!
"COME, LORD JESUS, QUICKLY!" be our cry!
But all of life to echo in reply!
Living writhes in pain for that not yet,
when Paradise and Promise we shall get!
Life goes on...
Does it go on in silence?
Can't you hear the pain? The dying to live?
Can't you see the people reaching for what they cannot get?
When will life be satisfied?
"Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!"