The Secret
There is a blessed secret,
To glorious not to tell,
So strange yet so familiar,
A mystery known so well.
If you look beyond the sunset,
Just behind the golden stairs.
In a place where dreams find meaning,
The answer to our prayers.
Happy Babes with eyes that sparkle.
Where the Christ shines like the sun.
Happy voices blend together.
And laughing Children run.
Not lost and not forgotten,
They wait for you and me.
Till at last this life is over,
and our Saviors face I see.
Do not worry Momma's coming.
It won't be very long.
It seems I hear the music.
Of that glad Angel's song.
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