Umbrella of Faith

Maybe the Great One with endless grace,
Will bring us back to meet His Son.
Way up to that very special place.
There we can see all our loved ones.

Where the angels waiting, spread their wings,
Fly down from heaven to help us.
Our voices praising rise up to sing,
The departed share the surplus.

Have to polish and bring back the shine,
Brighten the glow on our halo.
This may humble to be more refined,
That crucial time we fly solo.

Our fateful day will come to us all,
Final resting place to bury.
Rain comes now, your faith the parasol.
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ABAB / 9-8, 9-8 syl.