Angel Land

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