Half light appears shading in the weary days
Darkness draws near spreading chills in endless ways
Death holds no fear for those who see clear
Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you?
Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you?

Old minds gain will strengthened by their silent prayer
New seekers still searching for you everywhere
Some find the way to reach you and say
Is it today, Lord, that I'll see you?
Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you?