Look
Look,
Mom, It’s Angel Land
There’s
the trumpet stand
Gabriel
‘s right beside the band
Do
you hear? Those brilliant notes so pure?
My
voice will blend, now I’m quite sure.
Look,
there, down the brilliant street
There
are millions kneeling now at Jesus’ feet
Can
I hurry? Will you let me go?
I’ve
waited years to be the first to know
How
I’ll feel when He hugs me so!
See
that field out behind the throne?
Made
for dancing, all grass no stones
I’ll
dance. Then, dance back to the throne
He’ll
know my steps are for Him
He
can’t wait to see them!
See?
Why! His hands are reaching
I
can feel Him- That’s my name He is breathing
Mom,
I’m to join the throng
That
sings the blood washed song!
I’ve
always imagined how I’ll sing along
Watch!
My feet want to lead me
They
seem to know I’m finally free
Muah!
He’ll stay with you ‘til you can be
Right
beside me in the choir
Then,
You and I will praise Him higher