thinkin no clock is gonna get the best of me. Minutes threaten through the
 years. to carve wrinkles with my tears. Across the face with straining eyes
 to see..They're looking for the peace that passes all understanding. In a
 world so crazed with fear. They say that I am much to demanding to want
 a better place than here. So I'll go unto visions of the prophets claim to me
 and I'll dream of Heaven the promise in which I believe. Was made by the
 Father...sealed by the blood....with the promise of spirit. My victory is
 won. Outside are dogs and scoffers. who mock my very soul. They steal
 the Joy of the promise I own. But I will not be shaken from the rock that
 cleaves to me. I have searched the world and found. there's one thing I
 need. it's the.. Won't no lion catch me sleepin. Not not in the darkest
 night. Can I say the same for you