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?
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