The rain gently streams down the window
A breeze rocks the now empty swings
And perched between barbs on the wire
A meadowlark heartily sings
A song of a day that is coming
When eyes will be drawn to the east
And God's children are taken up with Him
The greatest of whom were once least
So endure now this sorrow, my brethren
Let us remind one another to stand
Though we know not the day He is coming
Let Him find us, with faith, hand in hand
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