Laying in the Presence of the Sun

Oh Lord, here I am,

Laying in the presence of the sun

Let the rays from the golden cross

Shine on me

We see the signs in the earth and sky

Time is at hand

Fearful signs and roaring waves

Time is at hand

I look and see the fig tree blooming

Time is at hand

The bride tree has been restored

Time is at hand

The seed has become the seed again

The shuck has pulled away

The bride is called and sealed away

The rapture is at hand

It's harvest time, and I must get ripe

Lord, hear my prayer

The stature of a perfect man,

Lord, that's my cry

Behold! The Bridegroom cometh!

Arise and trim your lamps

Riding through the midnight hour

The prophet cried. He's here.

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