In Christ reborn
Could
this heart stop beating?
Could
this spirit fly?
To
leave behind earth's battle fields
No
tears these eyes would cry.
Eager
to leave this checkerboard
Made
up of night and day,
Gladly
to go with head held high
To
leave this house of clay.
Far,
would I bid my soul to roam
To
lofty spheres on high
Beyond
the moon, beyond the stars
To
that bright shining sky.
There
to behold Christ's kingly face.
Once
more to feel his warm embrace,
There
in that longed for glory morn
Released
from sin, in Christ reborn.
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