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Album: The Builder
Only half past three,
And yet you've got a way of taking self control from me.
Only half past three,
Who know at four-and-twenty where you'll be.
Sitting on a mountain top,
Or at a poor man's table.
Leading sheep from anywhere,
As far as you are able.
I want you to know love the way that I never knew it.
I don't want you to travel life the way that I've been through it.
Oh Lord, don't let me ruin things with faults and weak displays.
Don't let me make a monster from a perfect piece of clay.
It would be so easy to do.
Unless you take what's inside me,
And replace it all with you.
Only half past three,
A curly head shadow that is never out of mind.
Only half past three,
With eyes that want to trust that you are kind.
What else do I ever see,
Preparing him for solo flight.
But all the possibilities,
For good, for bad, for love, for fright.
I don't want him to ache inside the way I did for years.
I don't want him to have to shed more than his share of tears.
Oh Lord, help me teach him all that You have taught me.
Show me how to guide his footsteps and when to set him free.
Give him a time to know you,
And a place inside your kingdom,
For when his time is through.
Sometimes I think Oh Lord, It's getting very late for me.
But the sun is just about to rise on half past three.
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I remember some of the words to this song quoted in Campus Life magazine in 1980. I memorized the lines and still quote them as a prayer. Now I see the rest of the words are about her little child... - Sep 2015
