It isn't death, it's glory!

It isn't death, its glory

It isn't dark, its light

It isn't stumbling, groping, or even faith, It's sight!

It isn't grief, its having my last tear wiped away

It's sunrise, and it's morning of eternal day.

 

It isn't even praying, it's speaking face to face

It's listening, and it's seeing the wonders of His grace.

For this is the end of pleading for strength to bear my pains

Not even pains dark memory, will ever live again.

 

How did I ever bear this earthly life, before I came up higher?

Before my soul was granted its every desire.

Before I knew this joy of meeting face to face,

The ONE who sought me, saved me, and kept me by HIS GRACE.