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It is Time

By Kelly (KSM) ~ copyrighted 2003-2006 

I sit by the campfire, sipping coffee and cream;

Holding the cup You gave to me.

As I sit among friends, I hear the gentle wind blowing;

It’s a cue that You’re calling to me.

So I stand, silently, reverently and I light the lamp I must take;

To face Your calling and command;

A hush falls over this place;

As I look around the campfire at the faces I know;

Each one special and precious to me;

“Can they come with me,” I ask, as a silence permeates my soul;

I know I must come to You alone.

IT IS TIME . . . , IT IS TIME . . .

To move in My direction, you have been too far too long;

It is time . . . , it is time . . .

So I pack up my things and make my way through the woods;

Gently stepping then choosing to run.

I don’t want to lose the trail that leads me to You;

It’s a meeting intended for two.

So I RUN . . . , RUN . . . , RUN . . .

A destination unknown, only found by a faith;

A faith not seen, but heard.

No one to hold onto, have to leave it all behind;

It’s an interlude with a King.

I see a clearing ahead, You tell me stop where I am;

And then quietly, peacefully, you whisper again . . .

It Is Time . . . , It Is Time . . .

You are mine . . . you are mine.

I feel a peace wash over me like none ever before;

It’s the peace You are giving to me;

You see the tears in my eyes and wipe them gently aside;

It is then I feel safe and content.

Come take My hand, and we’ll walk this road together;

And we’ll face any fears along the way;

But know that I am always with you.

A journey meant for just two.