We watched them runnin' down the aisles, Children's time, Sunday morning. The preacher asked them who they loved, They all smiled and started pointing to their mom, Their dad, The teacher from their kindergarten class; And each and every one Had just come from
A cloud of witnesses That would see them through the years Cheer them with a smile And pray them through the tears A cloud of witnesses that would see them to the end, And shower them with love that never ends A cloud of witnesses.
They stuck together through the years, The best of friends faith could foster So when they found out one of them Had heard the news He'd lost his father, They ran to him And prayed and put their hands upon his head, And slowly one by one They'd all become
A cloud of witnesses As they sent above a prayer They took a hold of hands and circled 'round a friend A cloud of witnesses with a faith just like a rock, They helped him give his father back to God As a cloud of witnesses
So when it comes the time That heaven calls They'll come running to see the ones who've gone before, And made the journey home to find waiting for them at the finish line, Cheerin happily they will run and they will see
A could of witnesses Lined up on a street of gold As they run the final mile. That leads them to a throne. And through the cloud of witnesses They see God upon the throne. And as they fall into His arms, They know they're home in A cloud of witnesses, Surrounded by a could of witnesses.
We watched them runnin down the aisles Children's time Sunday morning.
Compositor: Mark Mitchell Schultz (Mark Schultz) ECAD: Obra #22269032