Could It Be
Is that the pounding, of a hammer
In the distance that I hear, could
It be that the carpenter is finally
Finishing and the hour is drawing near
Is He taking one last look around
Before He says well done, Is all
Of heaven waiting for the Father
To send His Son, to send His Son
Are the jasper walls completed
Has every jewel been set in place
Has every gate been erected, Is
Every pearl in its place
Is He taking one last look around
Before He says well done, Is all of
Heaven waiting, for the Father to
Send His Son, to send His Son
Is everything just perfect
For my arrival home, Is
The supper table ready
Is my wedding gown prepared
Is He taking one last look around
Before He says well done
Is all of heaven waiting
For the Father to send His Son
To send His Son.
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