Over Yonder

 Somewhere over yonder

   beyond the thin veil

     glory burns in brightness,

        blinding for mortal eyes,

          but not so for those

who have arrived Home.

 

What cannot be seen

    now is clearly seen,

      the Holy Hidden Face

       as the back of hand

         there in every corner

of the Glory Land.

Over yonder in glory, 

   angels dance in streets

     the great crowd joins in

      'tis a joyous party

        that never will end

for those there at Home.

Praise God for blessing

   those who fought bravely

     who kept their faith

       and caught a glimpse

         of coming glory

in the final steps Home.