Sleep till He arrives.

Snow has fallen on the cross
that stands beneath the tree of life
here the blood stained israelite lies down
waiting for the Son to come
fast asleep ‘till He arrives

we keep on living here in time
untill our days are finally done
we also will lie down and take a nap
‘till He arrives the Morning Son

and we will meet again our so beloved brother
in that other land if we just listen to the ROCK
and let the music talk
we will know we’re at the proper place
and we will abide in His Amazing Grace.
forever . . . . .
selah