CLOSING TIME

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The year draws to an end,
The month draws to a close,
The day draws to the last hour,
I draw near to You, my Lord.

As the sun sets in the west,
As the birds fly to their nest,
As men seek their well-earned rest,
I draw close to lie still on your breast.

Time is slowly winding down,
Taking its last waning turn,
Eternity is inexorably invading space ,
I draw strength from your grace.

Be still, know that I am God, you said,
Why should bother about what may lie ahead?
I am with you to the ends of the world, I hear,
Why would I then fear to walk into another year?

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