When after all of this we finally
stand
Upon a crystal sea that's paved
with blood,
How will we wonder that Your
faithful hand
Did not release us to the hungry
flood
Of wrath we churned and churned
with our own sin?
When we are saved upon that final
day,
Knowing You are all it's ever
been,
And knowing we've been carried
this whole way
By One who wears a rainbow on His
head,
Though sin should claim us as its
very own,
When You return or we're at long
last dead
And as Your sheep acknowledged,
loved, and known,
How special it will be for us to
see
Each beat of Your great heart was
bent toward mercy.
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