Some will toss and turn,
others will cry.
Me, I will yearn,
I will yearn to die.
When the day comes, my wings will spread.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Having lived my life for him alone,
I do not see why I should fret.
Even in the face of fire and brimstone,
My Savior will not forget.
When the day comes, my wings will spread.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Some will toss and turn,
others will cry.
Me, I will yearn,
I will yearn to die.
When the day comes, my wings will spread.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Having lived my life for him alone,
I do not see why I should fret.
Even in the face of fire and brimstone,
My Savior will not forget.
When the day comes, my wings will spread.
Call no man happy till he is dead.