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No longer what we were before, |
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But not all that we will be. |
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Tomorrow, when we lock the door, |
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On all our compromising, |
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When He appears, |
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He'll draw us near, |
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And we'll be changed by His glory, |
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Wrapped up in His glory.... |
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We will be like Him, |
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For we shall see Him, |
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As He is. |
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(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la....) |
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No longer what we saw before, |
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But not all that we will see. |
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Tomorrow, when we lock the door, |
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On all our disbelieving, |
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When He appears (holy, holy), |
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Our view will clear, |
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And we'll be changed by His glory, |
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Wrapped up in His glory.... |
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But I'm caught in between |
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The now and the not yet; |
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Sometimes it seems like |
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Forever and ever, |
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That I've been reaching to be |
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All that I am, |
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But I'm only a few steps nearer, |
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Yet I'm nearer.... |
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No longer what we were before, |
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But not all that we will be. |
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Tomorrow, when we lock the door, |
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On all our disbelieving, |
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And He appears (holy, holy), |
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He'll draw us near, |
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And we'll be changed by His glory, |
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Wrapped up in His glory.... |
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When He appears (holy, holy), |
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He'll draw us near, |
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And we'll be changed by His glory, |
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Wrapped up in His glory.... |
