"Looking Back To Yesterday"

Everything in the dream has been rearranged
the bell strikes time, we take no note of this
through various scenes, the living and dying.

How much is to be done! Our hope in prayer
where we lay, hiding in this dreary desert land
protected by the creator; his commandments

alarmed us as veterans, crying mercy at death
the leaden scepter buried a slumbering world;
why are we in tears remembering our families?

Bitter thoughts, our dearest departed friends
crying to heaven where wondering angels gaze,
this is the new way that seems right for all to obey,

his laws standing before judgment day to pray
how sweet the sound, beneath a silent cross;
the peeling of the organ with heavenly notes.

Below the moon's shadow, an evening breeze
waking us slumbering in this silent sound;
high in hollow winds for our healing.

We float within the silken sheets pale blue
born again in the rapture, with Jesus Christ
glorious and victorious, in the heaven above

crowned the heavenly body restored
with Christ, and his warrior angels
beyond all human comprehension.

The love and light of Jesus will save us
flying far beyond the moon and the stars
in the streets of gold, promised in scripture

many left behind will be grieving,
the voices of devils that are weeping
cursing themselves dancing in the furnace.

Praise God on his mighty throne today
he spared his only son, Jesus alive
that we may have everlasting life.