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 crazed with fear.
They say that I am much too demanding to want a better place than here.
So I'll go unto visions the prophets gave to me and I'll dream of Heaven, the promise in which I believe.

Outside are dogs and scoffers, well they mock my very soul.
They try to steal the Joy of that promise I own.
But I will not be shaken from the rock that cleaves to me.
I've searched the world and found there's one thing I need.

It's the peace that passes all understanding, in a world crazed with fear.
They say that I am much too demanding to want a better place than here.
So I'll go unto visions the prophets gave 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.

Won't no lion catch me sleepin. No, not on the darkest night.
Can I say the same for you?
Oh can you hear him creeping, oh he's got you in his sights!
Oh, what are we to do?