One morning, when time is done,
Bright Heaven will be our refuge
The city of God most high
I long for that holy day,
This longing, sometimes it captures my heart,
And carries me far away
Beyond the sky
Beyond all telling
Our Father himself will be our light
His arms will hold us
And with his hand, he'll wipe away the tears
That stain our eyes
When darkness falls over me
His promise, it's like a fire inside,
Burning the dark away
Beyond the sky
Beyond all telling
Our Father himself will be our light
His arms will hold us
And with his hand, he'll wipe away the tears
That stain our eyes
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