217. Until Then

My heart can sing when I pause to remember, a heartache here is but a stepping stone. Along a trail, that's winding always upward, this troubled world, is not my final home.

But until then my heart will go on singing, Until then, with joy I'll carry on, Until the day my eyes behold the city, Until the day God calls me home.

The things of earth will dim and lose their value, if we recall they're borrowed for a while; And things of earth that cause the heart to tremble, remember there, will only bring a smile.

But until then my heart will go on singing, Until then, with joy I'll carry on, Until the day my eyes behold the city, Until the day God calls me home.