When we awake

One day, you and I will awake far from here,
In that far off exquisite land that has always been home,
Where tears finally dry and beauty signals an end to fear,
All these temporary fragile failings will fall away like autumn leaves,




One day, we will sit by the river and sing our songs,
One day, we will see the battle won and the death of wrongs,
One day, we will dance before the one and only king,
One day, my dear, we will hear the victory praises ring,
On that day, to the firstborn who hung upon the tree,
On that day, my dearest love, we will be free.



One day, you and I will awake to the light of the king,
In the kingdom not of this earth, by that eternal spring,
Flowing from the throne of grace and mercy poured out,
The crystal sea with all the crowns cast about.




One day, we will sit by the river and sing our songs,
One day, we will see the battle won and the death of wrongs,
One day, we will dance before the one and only king,
One day, my dear, we will hear the victory praises ring,
On that day, to the firstborn who hung upon the tree,
On that day, my dearest love, we will be free.



And all your wounds will be healed and the struggle finished,
Finally safe in that paradise opened when it was accomplished.