This is the time that I should get up.
This is the that time that I should walk.
The night air is cool and welcoming,
And the fireflies beckon me to come.

This lonely path I have chosen,
And I cannot see much under this moon.
But my heart is in it
And my spirit is willing.

And in the distance,
I can see.
I can barely see.
That bright light ever closing.

This lonely road it is,
But this road is destiny.
And no power in hell will keep me
From this final walk.

In Jesus Christ.