Gazing upward, my eyes are searching,
For my Lord, my Savior King.
Any moment the skies will open,
And we'll be gone as trumpets ring.
Until that moment, keep me loyal,
Always looking to the skies.
Some day soon the Bridegroom cometh,
The Church of Christ will then arise.
I won't despair while I am waiting,
Not for death, hate, nor disease.
Lord, set me in one position,
Gazing up, while on my knees.
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