Do angels sing in heaven. Lord?
Will I hear music there?
Or must I stand in a corner,
While others join in prayer?
Will I wonder what they're saying, Lord?
Like I often do down here?
Must I sit still and be patient,
While bells ring loud and clear?
Can I read your lips in heaven, Lord,
Or will I be brushed aside?
Will I hide my hands in my pocket
Because of wounded pride?
Will the saints all stand to praise Thee,
While I in silence wait?
Will there be someone in heaven,
To lead me through the gate?
Or will I be brushed aside?
Will I hide my hands in my pocket
Because of wounded pride?
Will the saints all stand to praise Thee,
While I in silence wait?
Will there be someone in heaven,
To lead me through the gate?
And God, who love the humble
Whispered into the anxious ear,
"My child, has no one told you,
There is no silence here.
Hold out your hands,
my Little One,
For heaven ail to see,
I've heard you pray so many times,
Each prayer reached up to Me."
Whispered into the anxious ear,
"My child, has no one told you,
There is no silence here.
Hold out your hands,
my Little One,
For heaven ail to see,
I've heard you pray so many times,
Each prayer reached up to Me."
"See, all the angels are waiting,
The gate is open wide,
Your crown of life is waiting,
And I shall be your guide.
I have a song to give you,
It shall be loud and clear,
Your songs of praise, my Dear One,
Will be the sweetest song up here."
The gate is open wide,
Your crown of life is waiting,
And I shall be your guide.
I have a song to give you,
It shall be loud and clear,
Your songs of praise, my Dear One,
Will be the sweetest song up here."
