What A Beautiful Day

As I wake up with the morning of each day that passes by
And I listen to the sounds upon my ears
I can't help but keep a watch toward the Eastern sky
And I wonder if the trumpet will be the next sound that I hear

What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again
What a beautiful day for Him to take His children home
How I long to see His face and to touch His nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again

All my earthly disappointments and my trials here below
Fade away when I remember His last words
He said He'd return and receive His children unto Him
And I'm longing to look upon the face of my Lord

What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again
What a beautiful day for Him to take His children home
How I long to see His face and to touch His nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again

How I long to see His face and to touch his nail scarred hands
What a beautiful day for the Lord to come again

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