Looking Up

There are great and precious promises
In the Word of God we can see.
Jesus promised that He would return.
That promise means so much to me.

We are promised a special crown
If Christ's appearing we do love.
With joy, my eyes turn to the skies.
I want to see Him come from above.

That will be a happy, joyous reunion
When friends and loved ones I'll see,
But most of all I want to see Jesus
Who shed his precious blood for me.

So I will keep on looking upward
And listening for that trumpet sound
And hoping for Christ's soon return
When my feet shall leave the ground.