My heart can sing when I pause
to remember
A heartache here is but a
stepping stone
Along a trail that's winding
always upward,
This troubled world is not my
final home.

Chorus:
But until then my heart will go on
singing,
Until then with joy I'll carry on,
Until the day my 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
a while;
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 wait-
ing falcon; When it's released, it's
destined for the skies .