Through pain and tears and strain
We wait
The Lord is coming soon
To take us home
He will arrive in glorious splendor
In power and might
To break the chains
Power and might to set us free
Free from the life we cling to
In dying days
Our feet we set in righteous ways
For us there is a hope
A king who is on His way to take us home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flight 380 flew his way I'm sure...iip