I know a place just out of sight
Where truth dispels the darkest night
And angels whisper in delight
To share a perfect plan…
So far away, yet in our midst,
Prepared for those who dare persist
Through tribulations reminisced
Before the earth began.
A kingdom waits around the bend
Too great for us to comprehend
With borders we cannot transcend
Or hope to understand…
And those who have arrived before
Still beckon from that distant shore
Beyond the churning ocean’s roar
Like countless grains of sand.
Oh! how I yearn to beckon too,
Or stroll those golden streets with you
And quench my thirsty soul anew,
Released from hues of gray…
Our earthly woes shall disappear
And none shall scoff in silent fear
No other life exists but here
Upon this sphere of clay.
On wings of grace, I’ll join you there—
We’ll soar together through the air
And follow fragrant wisps of prayer
To where the angels sing…
Our transformation has begun
From foreigner to native son,
And soon our souls shall join as one
To kneel before the King.