After a while our sky will be bright,
Sunshine will banish shadows of night,
Evil will cease our souls to defile,
We shall be happy after a while.
After awhile, the storm will be past,
Billows asleep, our anchor be cast;
We shall have reached the beautiful isle—
Heaven—our homeland, after a while.
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.