Chris While Comes The Hour
Who will take this heart of mine
as fragile as a flower.
Who will stand or turn away,
when it comes the hour.
Who will take this love of mine
hidden now in torment.
Who will nurture knowing all,
when it comes the moment.
Who will take this trembling hand
lead me in this dance now.
Hold me close or watch me fall,
who will take the chance now.
Who will trade a sacred kiss
when love has been my crime.
Who will trust love knowing this,
when it comes the time.
