Every Hour Here Lyrics - Innocence Mission

We ride our bikes around the circle in the cemetery weaving 

I wave up to You on the Cross 

Am I to come upon You suddenly like this forever? 

Happy, relieved that You are here and I can see You 

I can feel You 

You are like the ticket-half 

I find inside the pocket of my old lead-raking coat 

There all the time, all the while forgotten 

I so often seem to leave You in churches and other islands 

And on my beads where I can see You, I can feel You 

I take the ticket-half and put it on the table saying 

This is God and He's here through my comings and my goings 

But I walk past the ticket-half, I walk past the ticket-half 

I walk past the ticket-half just as I've walked past the Cross on our wall 

Our self-importance grows so dazzling we don't see You 

But gentle Jesus, aren't You always? 

Aren't You every hour here?