To Long For
Death becomes just one more stone
To step upon that nears the throne
Of He who made and saved the day
His work in us fully displayed
Life becomes the path we walk
Silent our sin, failure to talk
To share, accept what He has done
The days not walked for Him the son
To long for what will become
A risen son, daughter bar none
Will be reward as paid the ransom
By father ours and yours quite handsome
To long for a second chance
Paid not with a second glance
For laid He did upon His back
To show mankind mercy it lacks
To long for what was not lived
Before He came in death He'd give
More than we could ever pay
Back to Him and still today
To long for embrace not found
On ground we walk yet so profound
That when we feel presence divine
Fulfilled we'll be for all time
To long for a resting place
That keeps a smile on every face
Is where we know begins again
To long for all souls He tends
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