Family Man Librarian

One morning when time is done,
Bright heaven
Will be our refuge,
The City of God, Most High

I long for that holy day
This longing,
Sometimes it captures my heart,
And carries me far away.

Beyond the sky,
Beyond all telling,
Our Father Himself
Will be our light,
His arms will hold us
And with his hand,
He’ll wipe away the tears
That stain our eyes.

When darkness falls over me
This promise,
It’s like a fire inside
Burning the dark away.