The Magic Hour - Andrew Peterson

Come climb the hill with me

Come and be still with me

Come watch the sun sink away

If you will with me

Come watch the garden grow

Down by the gravel road

Come warm your hands in the gold

Of the afterglow

Into the peace of these wild things

Into the wild of this grace

Into the grace of this blessing

Speak in the peace of this place

Come walk the cedar stand

Over the broken dam

Sit on the bench at the bend in the trail again

Look how the children laugh

Out in the tumble grass

Bright as a fire and as fine as a photograph

Into the peace of these wild things

Into the wild of this grace

Into the grace of this blessing

Speak in the peace of this place

Here at the magic hour

Time and eternity

Mingle a moment in chorus

Here at the magic hour

Bright is the mystery

Plain is the beauty before us

Could this beauty be for us?

What is this voice that sings

Holy and hovering

Over this hill in the still of the evening?

Son of God, speak