When
When winter is past,
and spring is begun,
we'll sing and rejoice
in the light of the Son.
When darkness is gone,
and the new day begins,
we'll rise up and fly
from this valley of sin.
When wounding has passed,
and the healing is done,
we'll receive a gold crown
for the race we have run.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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