All of us sang--mom, in-laws, brother-in-law, sister-in-law, niece--as husband conducted his own piece during the worship service. One friend thought fast and took this video.
Other friends texted my parents: "Are you in town??"
We sang longing words, for heaven.
"Heaven's gates are open wide! May I enter in?
Jesus has called me His child--may I enter in?
Lord this world is not my home, this dark and weary land.
Though rough and heavy my trials; by my King I'll stand.
"Weary pilgrim, weary child, this world now revile.
Christ will come, for you are His,
Just hold on for a while.
"Precious is the promise now:
'I'll come back for you!'
Declared upon the olive mount to His faithful few.
"Weary pilgrim, weary child, this world now revile.
Christ will come, for you are His,
Just hold on for a while."
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