In the low glow of dawn The bright shine of daylight The grey mist of dusk The dark cloak of night Come the signs
When all seems heading wrong Or all seems heading right When all seems to come apart Or all seems so very tight Come the signs
When all seems finished Or much is left undone When time alone is not enough Or when all patience has run Come the signs
When all seems to unravel Or when all seems somewhat tight When all is going so wrong Or when all is seemingly right Come the signs
When our plans are in place Or when much confusion rules When things are seemingly complete Or when all seems very loose Come the signs
Will I then see them Will I then be them Will we then know them Will we then accept them The coming signs
Predicted by the prophets Foretold by the sages Stated by the Son himself Most clearly to all ages Are the coming signs
Dear Jesus Help me to be ready All days and in all ways That I may not be caught Blinded by so much these days From the signs you will send I pray that I may be prepared Always and in all ways For your coming