Hour After Hour

Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©1993


hour after hour
sitting in this lonely place
thinking 'bout my life
and some things i would erase

in the quiet quite moment
when his words fall softly through
when my child the father speaks
can no one hear but you

there are many sore distractions
competing for your time
and many other matters
that would occupy our mind

he may come amid the turmoil
peaceful moments scarce and few
when my child the father speaks
can no one hear but you

may be people all around you
maybe you're on a stage
maybe you're on a battlefield
or locked up in a cage

maybe you're being counted
or being taken to the shu *
when my child the father speaks
can no one hear but you

many people have heard his sayings
and many have been healed
so few will ever know the good news
that our salvation has been sealed

while many teachers and preachers be strainin'
to hear his words so true
when my child the father speaks
can no one hear but you
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* solitary confinemrnt