By my grandfather's bed, my mother is reading Psalm 62 - God is our refuge. My grandfather stirs, could it be he is walking one final time - He has something to say
Chours:
If you only knew what lies awaiting, if you could only see what I can see. I fyou could only hear the music playing, the angels singing, sweet victory. Oh, If you only knew, If you only knew how much He loves you
By my grandfather's bed, my mother is broken. Psalm 17 - God I cal on you. She doesn't want to hear any words about leaving. My grandfarther says "Fear not, this is my time adn into His presence I'll fly"
