There's soon to come a day where this
And all else cease to exist
Where every line and stich in time
Will make its way into the light
All the saints that have been called
From daily battles they have fought
To rightly claim their reward
Eternity with their Sweet Lord
Without its sting, death lost its curse
Where first is last and last is first
Every plan once made by man
Will reach its final bitter end
Every tear that ever wept
All dried eyed in a flash
A promise made a promise kept
On the day the Lord comes back
And on that day, all this you see
Including sin, will cease to be
When every line and stich in time
Makes its way into the glorious light
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 11:04 AM UTC
There's soon to come a day where this
And all else cease to exist
Where every line and stich in time
Will make its way into the light
All the saints that have been called
From daily battles they have fought
To rightly claim their reward
Eternity with their Sweet Lord
Without its sting, death lost its curse
Where first is last and last is first
Every plan once made by man
Will reach its final bitter end
Every tear that ever wept
All dried eyed in a flash
A promise made a promise kept
On the day the Lord comes back
And on that day, all this you see
Including sin, will cease to be
When every line and stich in time
Makes its way into the glorious light
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