M.I.A (Meeting in the Air)

No man knows the hour or the day, the day, the day, the day

But the seasons, they say you're on the way, the way, the way, the way

When the sky cracks, oh pen, there's no more hope and we'll reach for your nail-printed hands

And the rocks will cry out, the world will bow down and worship the son and man

And my soul wants to meet Him, wants to meet Him in the air, and my soul wants to meet Him in the air

And my soul wants to meet him, wants to meet him in the air

And my soul wants to meet him in the air

I'm yearning, how I long to see your face, your face, your face, your face

But I know I, I must finish the race, the race, the race, the race

Just to hear you say, well done, my good and faithful servant

Faithful over a few things

Come higher, and I'll make you ruler of many

Enter into my joy

And my soul wants to meet him, wants to meet him in the air

And my soul wants to meet him in the air

And my soul wants to meet Him Wants to meet Him in the air

And my soul wants to meet Him in the air

And my soul wants to meet Him Wants to meet Him in the air

And my soul wants to meet him in the air

Come home to him, come home, don't get left behind

Come home to him, come home, don't get left behind