And the Son Shall Shine In the Heavens--Raptured Soul

I am free to believe what I shall believe I will receive those things good or bad indelibly Shall I now heed to those calls of the life's of reason When in this season the rains and storms do cloud my eyes I lift up my eyes To the hills where comes the prize Jesus parting the skies, coming down from heaven As rapture saints saved and ex-sinners soar as eagles Rising above circumstances, given a new life and other chances Angels shall be rejoicing songs and dances When in this season the rains and storms do no longer cloud my eyes And the Son shall shine in the heavens?