Twelve o’clock and all is well,
My pen realized the time to tell;
Ten o’clock the time to write,
Eleven o’clock the house in the still of the night.
Wait until the clock strikes one,
The hour unto the times is won;
Midnight black a million stars,
But passing only a few still hours.
The time is night,
A solemn hour;
Twelve midnight,
The perfect power.
A minute or two,
It will not matter;
For Christ has risen,
Unto the latter.
A miracle of time goes by,
The time for Christ to read the sky;
From in the earth,
Of which he came.
As white as snow,
And of Holy name;
It's written down in black and white,
But the truth of God is twelve midnight.
Signed,
No perpetration