Whispers from above

There are times and times again

When my love seems far away;

The hours would stretch

the days turn gray;

All the while

I know not how

In my darkest hour

He prays

In the saints

oh

for my sake.

By a touch of His dear love

By the sound of His sweet voice

Whispers from above

Spoken through men of clay.

And this world just fades away.

(Let this world just fade away.)

Blinded soul

I cannot see

What this world has done to me;

My heart grows cold and life would bleed;

Then He comes

knocks on my door

Through the saints—and there they stand

With the Lord

oh

for my need!