That day shall come for me, I know
When to the Master's side I'll go,
And as my spirit sets its sail
Beyond all conflict and travail;
His nail-scarred hand will reach for me;
His smile of welcome I shall see.
My Earthly friends may doubt my role,
But Jesus, Lover of my soul
Will be with me as I depart;
For HE ALONE, can judge my heart.
His nail-scarred hand will reach for me,
His smile of welcome I shall see.
My efforts have been FAR from good,
I've fallen short (HE KNEW I would),
He took my place upon the tree,
He gave HIS life to set ME free.
His nail-scarred hand, mine will enfold...
He'll smile...WE'LL walk on streets of gold.
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