You say you are very cold
you know you are getting old
Don't despair it's the end of the age
life will soon turn a new page
You're the bride waiting for the groom
He's coming so soon
Don't worry he's at the gate
He won't be early he won't be late.

Don't let despair roll down your eyes
look up into cloudy sky
Redemption's coming, you're gonna win
No longer to fight against sin.
Soon his face you're going to see
Shining brightly, one in three
Heaven that's where you'll be free
Taken out of trouble his praises sing.

by Davyd Homan