I could talk for hours, but you wouldn't hear a word,
Your own opinions make you blind,
There will come a morning when the sand has all run out,
There will be no time to change your mind.

Like a thief in the night, he will come,
And there will be nowhere left that you can run to,
You can fall with the night, or you can rise with the Son.

He will come in glory, a rider in the sky,
The lion and the lamb rest side by side,
Children of the kingdom he will gather to himself,
Children of the darkness he will leave behind.

Like a thief in the night, he will come,
There will be nowhere left you can run,
You can fall with the night, you can rise with the Son.