This life is like a flower,


Soon it's beauty fades away.


And like a tiny vapor,


I am here for just a day.


I'll be planted in some graveyard,


But thank God,thats not the end.


When Jesus comes that morning,


Then my life will just begin.


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A flight wihout an airplane.


Transportation,on silver wings,


Carried home by the Savior.


That's enough,to make me sing.


When Jesus comes that morning,


Like a bird,I'll be gone.


What a wonderful way,to go home.





All my things are now in order,


Preparations already made.


Got my ticket at the altar,


That day I knelt to pray.


So now I'm just a waiting,


For the captain to come by.


Then He'll say"Lets go children".


And my soul, will take a flight.






A flight wihout an airplane.


Transportation,on silver wings,


Carried home by the Savior.


That's enough,to make me sing.


When Jesus comes that morning,


Like a bird,I'll be gone.


What a wonderful way,to go home.





Song by the Primitives


Page by Marlene

March14,2007


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