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.