| My dearest friend, if I sing you this song
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| Will you hear it from up in heaven?
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| I’m still down here in this ugly place
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| But up there’s where I’m heading
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| When they tell you I’m coming please wait for me
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| In front of the house that I’ll live in
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| And when Jesus walks me up to the door
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| I can finally see you again
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| It’s true that my heart was broken in two
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| On the day I said goodbye to you
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| And I carry an ache in my chest
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| Until Jesus makes everything new
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| Those that we loved that left before us
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| Must have been thrilled beyond words
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| When you ran through the gates and into the kingdom
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| And up to the feet of my Lord
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| Once sick and frail, once weak and pale
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| Now made perfect and new
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| No more aching and crying or breaking and dying
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| Finally home in the arms of who loves you
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| When you run and you play in the light of the Son
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| Hold me in your heart and mind
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| Don’t know how, I don’t know when
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| But I’m leaving this cold place behind
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| How my heart aches to think of the day
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| When my faith shall finally be sight
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| When the crowds will part and cheer as I come
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| As I walk through toward the light
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| And my Father, my Love, Jesus my King
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| In His glory seated on His throne
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| Take me in His arms as the crowds cheer and sing
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| And say, «Well done child, welcome home»
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| And He’ll walk me to the house that He built
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| With the Father’s love and the carpenters touch
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| You’ll run to me and I’ll hold you again
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| For my friend, I’ve missed you so much |