You think after so long
The pain would be gone

I know you're home with the Father
But I can't say the same for another

Is my sorrow for my own loss?
Or for others who have lost?

For I have hope, but they have none
But who's to really say till judgment day has come

Openly I weep, I don't care who sees
Out in the open my grief brings me to my knees

Some day I will see you again
So I'll press on until then

I wish you were still here
But I celebrate that you are there

Where angela tread and saints sing
"Hosanna in the highest" "Glory to the King"

How beautiful it must be
But I wish you were here with me

One day you will meet me a the gates
On the day that decides our fates

On the day my body goes to the grave
When my spirit soars and my soul is saved

Once again we will meet
And I'll cast my crown at the Fathers feet

Then we will embrace, before any other
A child reunited with his mother.