Waiting for Lord

When the trumpets roll
When it sounds like never before
I will My Lord, raise u to you
in a glorified spirit.
Purer than the love can hold
Holier than the eyes can bear,
I will be lifted up.
All my sorrows, all my pain
will be washed away.
Waiting for that precious  time
when i meet you Lord,
and Thou shall embrace me in real.
Waiting for you Lord, Waiting for you.