When Our Heart's Are Pure
The inertia of the waves
push us closer to our goal,
as the power of prayer
come to saving our soul.
To speed our journey,
we raise every mast,
bringing us closer and closer
to our home at last.
The Lord waits there patiently
as we go steadily on our way,
until we finally reach our home
and are ready to stay.
We'll know when it's time
When our hearts' are pure.
The Lord will welcome us
with open arms for sure.
The angels will sing as we are
joined with those we love.
Spending eternity in peace
with the Lord above.
push us closer to our goal,
as the power of prayer
come to saving our soul.
To speed our journey,
we raise every mast,
bringing us closer and closer
to our home at last.
The Lord waits there patiently
as we go steadily on our way,
until we finally reach our home
and are ready to stay.
We'll know when it's time
When our hearts' are pure.
The Lord will welcome us
with open arms for sure.
The angels will sing as we are
joined with those we love.
Spending eternity in peace
with the Lord above.
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