Lletres: Shaun Groves. Last Notes.

There is a part of me
That's only visiting
Torn from eternity
A stranger here

The awkward mingling of
The loveless and beloved
So far from things above
While I am here

So when the last notes of my soul's summer symphony
Go stealing through this old world's cold garden gates
I will hold no fear as You close my book of hours
And the hands of heaven carry me, carry me home to stay

O death, where is your sting
Your tears and your tremblings
His peace is lingering
Even now

And O grave, the battle's fought
Your victory has been lost
To Christ who gave it all
To take me now

So when the last notes of my soul's summer symphony
Go stealing through this old world's cold garden gates
I will hold no fear as You close my book of hours
And the hands of heaven carry me, carry me home to stay

Love love love love
Love love love love

O grave, the battle's fought
And your victory has been lost
To Christ who gave it all
To take me home