Closing Time: A Call Home

Closing time. There is a knock at the door. Knock,

knock, knock, knock. The clock is ticking,

time won't wait. The sky grows dark, the hour is late.

The age of grace grows faint and thin. And every soul must look within.

The warnings rang with mighty roar. But many still mocked and closed the door.

Now every lie will meet the light. As mercy fades and falls from

sight. I know the one who's calling me home.

I know the one, I'm not alone. I know the one who won't