MY Heart can sing when I pause to remember,
A heartache here is but a stepping stone.
Along the trail that's winding always upward,
This troubled world is not my final home.
But until then, my heart will go on singing,
Until then, with joy I'll carry on.
Until the day mine eyes behold the city
Until the day God calls me home.
The things of earth will dim and lose their value,
If we recall, they're borrowed for awhile
And things of earth that cause the heart to tremble
Remembered there, will only bring a smile.
This weary world with all its toil and struggle,
May take its toll of misery and strife,
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon
When it's released it's destined for the sky.