Laid To Rest

Laid to restThe burdens of battle and time run their course and he fallsIn the charge of the angelsThrough the veil over Jordan and homeRise up and meet your FatherJoyous at the return of His sonAnd the world and its troubles mean nothingOnly comfort and rest in His armsWhat was leftA skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he'd yet to seeHow sweet now his restClothed in splendor and joy in the presence of God how he singsRise up and meet your FatherJoyous at the return of His sonAnd the world and its troubles mean nothingOnly comfort and rest in His armsI long to see your faceI long to be at restI long to end this warI long for you to take me home