I’ll Fly Away
A battle is coming that I will lose.
I’ll lay in my grave bruised
But, a sigh of relief
As I’ll be free from the grips of sin
Through death, I’ll win.
In Heaven I’ll be preparing
For my heavenly ascension
Sin? Death?
Hush!
Not a mention!
Watch this heavenly ascension.
When He appears, I, lowly me
Shall be like Him.
“For the Lord Himself will come down from Heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.”
