Watched them running down the aisles Children's time, Sunday morning Preacher asks them who they love They all smiled and started pointing To their mom, dad, teacher from their kindergarten class Each and every one, have just become
That would see them through the years Pray them through the tears That would see them to the end Shower them with love that never ends
Stuck together through the years Best of friends faith could foster So When they found out one of them Heard the news, he lost his father, They ran to him, prayed and put their hands upon his head Slowly one by one, have all become
As they sent above a prayer With a faith just like a rock Helped him give his father back to God
So when it comes the time Heaven calls, they'll come running To see the ones who've gone before Ran the race, and made the journey home To find waiting for them at the finish line, cheering happily They will run, they will see
Lined up on a street of gold As they run the final mile That leads them to the throne They see God upon the throne As they fall into His arms they know they're home Surrounded by a cloud of witnesses
Watched them running down the aisles Children's time, Sunday morning