every hour here

Every Hour Here - The Innocence Mission
We ride our bikes around the circle
in the cemetery weaving

I wave up to You on the Cross

Am I to come upon You suddenly like this forever?

Happy, relieved You are here and I can see You

I can feel You

I can see You

You are like the ticket-half

I find inside the pocket of my old lead-raking coat

There all the time, all the while forgotten

I so often seem to leave You

in churches and other islands

And on my beads where I can see You,

I can feel You

I can see You

I take the ticket-half and put it on the table saying
This is God and Hes here
through my comings and my goings
But I walk past the ticket-half,

I walk past the ticket-half

I walk past the ticket-half just
as Ive walked past the Cross on our wall

Our self-importance grows so dazzling we dont see You

dazzling we dont see You

dazzling we dont see You

But gentle Jesus, arent You always?

Arent You every hour here ?

But gentle Jesus, arent You always?

Arent You every hour here?

But gentle Jesus, arent You always?
Arent You every hour here?