The winds blow all night and the clouds creep in.
The hour has come for the vigilant to be prepared.
The hour has come for them, which I must wait.
The hour descends in a rage and a roar.
The hour is upon me and my heart is pure;
The hour finds me still and unafraid.
The hour descends and finds me waiting with heart open and arms outstretched.
The bidding of the Lord I will do.
And my reward will be His Grace.
Unto my fate I will travel.
My face will be composed of Joy.
My feet will not tarry long in one place.
And my Heart will be steadfast upon my task.