There never was a day
In which I was alone,
Nor forgotten
Before Your throne.

My treasure trove of souls
Spills beyond my time
To number as my own
Those who have gone before,
Your saints of ages past,
The cloud of witnesses on high
Rejoicing with pure angelic beings
In realms veiled from the eye.

There, at Your feet,
All heaven sweet anthems raise
Setting celestial hearts ablaze.
My heart with saintly choruses
Great in gratitude
Sing and shout our love.

I make small return
Yet in Your Love,
You count my debt as paid,
And bid me,
Believe and strive,
To ever rejoice
In courts of praise.

Joann Nelander