Can You See Them?
When I was a child I used to hear sermons of hell Someone would say they saw it The vision of people falling into a fiery pit imprinted on my soul I’d wonder and fear, cry and repent… Now I only think of another line, the line of saints going home I see them in line, in robes of white with sparkling crowns As they near the throne, they stop and bow They bow as they have always bowed, before the Lord of Lords I see my godly mother and father, flawed and imperfect made whole by the blood of the Lamb. I see them together again, worshipping their Lord They gave there best, they gave me life, they gave me LIFE – they gave me Jesus I see my Sunday School teachers a...