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Perfections - The Burial
This is our blessed hope,
The Son Of Man is coming soon
The trumpet has
Been set, to the archangel's lip
The sky will crack, and in the twinkling
Of an eye all is revealed
The hour has yet to fall us
But soon this prize will be apparent to us all
Pressing on, digging in for a goal worth so
Much more than
Any desire this heart could ever contain
On that day, our ransom redeemed
His glory will shine forever, our faith embodied whole
The very substance of our faith unfolds
This is our blessed hope
Why do we stop believing part way through
His great story
When His true perfect nature will soon reveal it's glory?
An inheritance incorruptible, perfection passed down by grace
He is the resurrection in Him my hope is placed
I hear their voices rising from all the empty graves
In man did we so perish, in Christ we live again
The hour has yet to fall us
But soon this prize will be apparent to us all
In man did we so perish,
In Christ we live again
In man did we so perish,
In Christ we live again
In man did we so perish,
In Christ we live again
