Living In That New Land

 

Ronnie W. Wolfe – 9-8-2021

When this body deceased lies in state
And when the grave and bier lie cold,
My hope remains in Christ my Lord;
My heart will not grow old.

I’m waiting for the final call
For my body to come home
To rise from this my dead, cold grave;
But I’ll not go alone.

For Christ shall come with trumpet sound
To raise my body here
To take it to a bright, new place
Be with my Savior Dear.

I’ll have a body just like his,
No vanities in my hand.
I’ll sing and praise the God of heaven
Living in that new land.