I think about the waves of time and how they roll
across my shoulders.
Thinkin no clock is gonna get the best of me.
Minutes threaten through the years. to carve wrinkles
with my tears.
Across the face with straining eyes to see.

They're looking for the peace that passes all
understanding. In a world so crazed with fear.
They say that I am much to demanding to want a better
place than here.

So I'll go unto visions of the prophets claim to me
and I'll dream of Heaven the promise in which I
believe.
Was made by the Father...sealed by the blood....with
the promise of spirit. My victory is won.

Outside are dogs and scoffers. who mock my very soul.
They steal the Joy of the promise I own. But I will
not be shaken from the rock that cleaves to me.
I have searched the world and found. there's one thing
I need. it's the...
Won't no lion catch me sleepin. Not not in the darkest
night.