When my Father comes




When my father comes again in mist.

I’ll be going home to bring

the joy of Christ

the joy to sing.


My father will take me home.

Back, far away from this twist

of unmistakable foam

that hang around like mist.


Father will come on a cloud.

So high up in the sky

it makes me just so proud

to think how high I’ll fly.


We’ll leave this world that’s always cold

and He’ll protect me till beauty unfold.


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