An Appointed Time Lyrics

I heard the call of my master one night

Full like the thunder that roars out at sea

Yet tender like a mother with babe in her arms

Long and narrow is path

Heavy is my load

I am a poor pilgrim with too short a tale

The others my mock me and fill me with shame

But firm is the foundation

I stand upon

No crown of thorns

Whip or chain do I fear

My vision is clear

And my heart is open wide

Like Paul on the road to Damascus

I found my way

The rooster it crows

And brings forth the dawn

And the day will end

As soon as it begins

Still I labor and toil

My work isn't finished yet

The lantern still burns

Its oil won't run dry

It burn it burns

I don't ask why

Do I heed the call of my master

Or stay home inside

The tempest outside

Looms and destroys

Still the orchids breathe

Their sweet perfume

The light fills my bedroom

And sobers me up

Calm are my senses

Still is my heart