May this golden chain remind you
There are streets made, just the same,
In a land that's been prepared for
All who trust His holy name;
Where flows the pure, clear water
To the shinning crystal sea...
And a mansion now is waiting -
As He told us there would be.
Let the butterfly recall for you
Its wings weren't always there;
That once, like us, it didn't seem
Destined for the air;
But...a miracle transformed it -
(Could you call it any less?)
So we trust our Heavenly Father...
For we know He knows what's best.
"Let not your heart be troubled -
Neither let it be afraid",
Though we cannot call them back again
Faith has surely robbed the grave!
And...we know our Heavenly Father
Who watches us in love,
Will one day lead us safely
To glad reunions up above.
.....When our hearts lie down in sorrow...
...When the silver teardrops fall...
We must fix our eyes on Jesus!
We must listen for His call!
We must choose each step considering
What His sweet will would be...
And walk with Him that narrow road
To God's Eternity!