Matthew 25:21
Hands held low
Voices soft
Eyes worn out
From searing loss
We don’t know why
We don’t know how
But we know he’s with You now
Soaked wet cheeks
We lift our voices to You
I want him here
But as he was
I couldn’t bare to see him so lost
Do you care?
And do you see?
But then you draw near to me When he knew his day had come
He heard the words
Welcome home good and faithful one
Welcome home good and faithful one
Welcome home my dearest son
Welcome home good and faithful one
Welcome home my dearest son
23 years
Eternity to come
18 years I was blessed to know him
Welcome home good and faithful one
Welcome home my dearest son (x2)