The greatest day, such lovely joy
When the rotted bones of the dead
Burst through the ground in glory,
New flesh free of burning scars
And the exhaustion of cruel time,
Elders turned back into children
As the joy of the Father
Calls to the faithful sleepers.
With wings of sweet hope,
Bodies long lost are made new
For a new home, new reality,
The only true reality, shadowless,
Without tears and every deep sorrow,
To the throne room, congregating
To praise Him all as one.
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