My heart is stirred by thoughts of Home
As saints of God sing the old old songs
They were written by men and women of old
Who lived and died on Heaven's stories told.
The Word of God just gives a peek
Into all of the hopes and dreams we seek.
Like a window peering into Heaven's calm
It gives each soul a hope-filled balm.
As we gaze through Heaven's Window bright
We see it aglow with Heavenly light.
The Father sits upon His Throne,
Waiting to welcome His children Home!
There's a river of crystal and gates of pearl
Far away from the tears of this weary world
No more night, no pain to bear
Just the voices of angels filling the air
I see the hands of grace, I see the face of love
Looking up through the window of Heaven above!
Heaven's music and joy fill the air
For both the Father and
Son are there.
They joyfully work together as One,
Expressing to the faithful servants, "Well Done"!
We know not the time, day or night,
When we shall enter that glorious Light.
But we will serve Him until that day
When Jesus comes to call us away!
No more night, no pain to bear
Just the voices of the angels filling the air
I see the hands of grace, I see the face of love
Looking up through the window of Heaven above!
Lookin through Heaven's window!