| There’s a clock sits by my bedside, |
| And it’s gleaming 3:00 am |
| Here I’m lying like a fool, |
| Sad and staring at the ceiling, |
| Like a million other men. |
| Seems this world sits square upon my shoulders. |
| Are there no exits from this maze? |
| Then I notice how the street light, |
| Shining softly through my window |
| Lights the contours of your face. |
| And I can see your sleep is peaceful |
| Your contentments plain to see |
| And there is no surprise for I know |
| Your hope is anchored |
| In the rock higher than me. |
| There are dreams on my horizon, |
| Yet I fear they’re sinking down. |
| I could swim out there to reach them, |
| But without Your hand to cling to, |
| I’m frightened I may drown. |
| O there’s strength in Your compassion, |
| And there’s healing in Your touch. |
| For You know just when to push me |
| That little bit further |
| And yet You know when it’s all too much. |
| There’s a clock sits by my bedside, |
| And it’s gleaming 3:00 am |
| Here I’m lying like a fool, |
| Sad and staring at the ceiling, |
| Like a million other men. |