Oh, love, you hide yourself, from some, and some,
you've never known.
Oh love when, will the fruits,
of Galilee, be shown, be known, be taken in?
How can a world in such a fix, not see their awful sin?
Oh time, the enemy , and conqueror, of kings,
when will, you, the ultimatum give?
You roll on down the road, and let them think,
that they live.
But even time and love, and are under His control,
His ever knowing heart, His, head of ALL, role.
And time is running short, and love has not yet, won,
for He gives us each a choice, bout His Will, being done.
Oh come my Lord, come now, and make your mighty power known,
Show time, and love, the boundaries of, your patience,
that one day will be thru, and then there'll be but one way to go,
and that's home to you.
So please, put it, in your plan,
and make it NOW, known, that love without you, and time on it's own,
will not bring true joy, nor show, 
the way, to your THRONE.