Oh, there'll be such a celebration
When the folks from every nation
Come to worship at His throne
And all of God's sheepdogs get home.
Those who stood 'twixt us and danger
From now clear past the manger
Are God's sheepdogs tried and true
Loving God and loving you.
All the singers will be singing
And the praises will be ringing
The honor torches they'll be lighting,
T'will be oh so exciting.
We will finally be at peace
When all the conflicts cease
And returning from where they roam,
All of God's sheepdogs get home.
by E. Marshall Evans