'Heaven is my home, I'll get there 'by and by'.
Till I get there, I'll be workin' towards that 'great gig in the sky'!
You've prob'ly heard these words before,
maybe even tried to guess the score;
But the score was written before time began,
and though many have guessed at it, no one can!
Men are like clouds, they're chock full of rain,
but try as they might, it's all done in vain!
The wind, as the Spirit, blows it's powerful gale,
and so we know that He will always prevail!
The Spirit, like the wind, blows where He will,
and like it or not, His purpose fulfill!
We always complain, when things go awry,
but all is done well, in 'the sweet bye and bye'!
Blown by the Spirit, men are but clouds,
and will they or won't they, His will always prevails!
Like it or not, we're blown by the Wind,
and ever we know it, He's always our friend!
The Scriptures will tell us that clouds signal judgment,
and that's universally true,
But when He cried 'It is finished', the judgment was passed;
Adam was dead, we're into the Blue!
Charles Haddon Shank