Someday earth’s wounds will be healed

All troubles and cares will cease to be.

The glories of heaven will be revealed

And from these earthen vessels we’ll flee.


Someday the clouds will role away,

Trumpets will sound loud and clear

And, OH, what beauty we will behold

When Christ and His angels appear.


Someday our Saviour will take us home,

We’ll wear garments of purest white.

There no sin or darkness will enter in

And we’ll bask in God’s holy light.


There’ll be no more tears of sorrow

All hatred will pass away.

We’ll walk hand and hand as brothers

On God’s beautiful shore, Someday.

©Lora Cox


Midi is Someday By

©John Torp