There was a little angel,
On a cloud in heaven above;
Who spent the ages peacefully dreaming,
Of God's eternal love.
She thought of her heavenly palace,
With walls of glitter and pearls;
She thought of all God's creation,
The harmony of the worlds.
She thought of all creation,
So perfect and divine;
She thought of joyful pleasures,
And her Father's love so kind.
She thought of heavenly music,
The strains she loved to hear;
She thought of God's son Jesus,
Whose love she held so dear.
She thought of time eternal,
Passing ages in endless stream;
In a place of joy and beauty,
Beyond man's wildest dreams.
And she thought of those still living,
Awaiting the joyous day;
To be taken into Heaven,
And all things earthly pass away.
What's this? A trumpet sounds?
Has the day of judgement come?
No one except the Father,
Knew the time of return of the Son.
Now it was actually happening,
God's promise coming true;
Joy filled her heart like a wineskin,
The ages of waiting were through.
Praise God for his wondrous promise,
That Jesus will come from the skies;
To gather souls steadfast and loyal,
And wipe every tear from their eyes.
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his
pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. Psalm 100