Thrice I have been close to the final sleep.
With a single tear rolling down my face,
I proclaimed Jesus, the Christ.
It was a cry of submission, a cry of hope.
He heard my petition.
Each time, His answer was deliverance.
I lived another day, to fulfill His will.
My eyes are open to the glory of His ways.
He favors me every day;
though, I feel I am not worthy.
In the quietness of my thoughts,
He walks with me; He talks with me.
I can do nothing but glorify His holy name.