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 I’m standing here with my brush in hand
A fresh coat of paint on the wall
It’s getting close, so we’re fixing up
That small empty room down the hall
The time is growing nearer
Can’t be late
Things are growing clearer
Can hardly wait
We’re getting ready for a new life
Gift from the Father
A wonderful offer
Straight from His hand
Getting ready for a new life
Ain’t no mistaking
Ours for the taking
Isn’t it grand?
She is standing there, and the robe’s too large
But she doesn’t seem to mind
There is water here, it reminds her of
The things she’s leaving behind
Another door is opened
Her life awaits
The power of death is broken
Isn’t it great?
She’s getting ready for a new life
Gift from the Father
A wonderful offer
Straight from His hand
Getting ready for a new life
Ain’t no mistaking
Ours for the taking
Isn’t it grand?
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Papa’s gonna sing you a lullaby
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
Getting ready for a new life
Gift from the Father
A wonderful offer
Straight from His hand
Getting ready for a new life
Ain’t no mistaking
Ours for the taking
Isn’t it grand?
He is standing there, and his eyes are dim
But the light in his face just shines
His body’s old, but his soul is young
An echo of the divine
Beyond this pale illusion
A home in the sky
The end to all confusion
He’s ready to fly
He’s getting ready for a new life
Gift from the Father
A wonderful offer
Straight from His hand
Getting ready for a new life
Ain’t no mistaking
Ours for the taking
Isn’t it grand?
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New Life