[Verse 1]
Dust on the windowsill
War on the evening news
Children are growing up
Asking what is true
Pages of prophecy
Folded and almost torn
Still every aching heart
Knows we were made for more
[Chorus]
Soon the sky will open
Every eye will see Your face
Heel on the hill of sorrow
Turns it to a holy place
Streets of gold in the distance
Calling like a long‑lost home
Soon the King of Glory
Takes His people home
[Verse 2]
Rumors of kingdoms fall
Broken and bought and sold
Voices that promise peace
Leave us in fear and cold
But there in the darkest night
Whispers a steady word
“Lift up your heads again
I’m coming
Hold your nerve”
[Chorus]
Soon the sky will open
Every eye will see Your face
Heel on the hill of sorrow
Turns it to a holy place
Streets of gold in the distance
Calling like a long‑lost home
Soon the King of Glory
Takes His people home
[Bridge]
I see a city shining
Clear as the morning air (oh oh)
Walls like a song of mercy
Names of the faithful there
No more sirens screaming
No more empty chairs
Every tear forgotten
Every fear laid bare
[Bridge]
There the Lamb is the lantern
There the nations are healed
Every wound from the ages
Under His footprint sealed
Every tongue crying “Jesus”
Every crown at His feet
Heaven’s Jerusalem
Where earth and heaven meet
[Chorus]
Soon the sky will open
Every eye will see Your face
Graves will give up their stories
Wrapped in Your risen grace
Streets of gold in the distance
Calling like a long‑lost home
Soon the King of Glory
Takes His people home
[Outro]
Hold on
Saints
Keep watching
Morning is nearly here
Soon we’ll wake in that city
And find You standing near