Even Now

By Tyler Vela

Even now sit I In rags of waste

Garments stained, Prayers in haste

Eyes afoul, Lips unclean

Wayward heart and envy green

But even so, with death drawn near

My head is high, I have no fear

For if my soul should lose its way

I have this hope, No deep dismay

The Lord of hosts in heaven crowned

Sin cast out and justice found

A feeble man no more am I

All find rest in vast supply

So I’ll tarry here for my time

Until I’m called to joy sublime

And if you must seek me out

Follow the fold amongst the devout

And there be I in humbled state

Til my Lord ends my wait

So singeth I my song of love

For the Glorious God, Christ above