Beyond the Sky
Be waiting for that clouded day
When the trumpet’s blown and we fly away
In a moment we shall all be changed
Our natural man all rearranged
First upward from the graves they fly
Then we rise to meet them in the sky
The glory of our meeting place
In the clouds we gather to win our race
Then evermore we’ll live on high
In our Father’s house beyond the sky
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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