As Sure as Eggs Is Eggs
Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours,
In the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean,
As the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There's an angel standing in the sun,
And he's crying with a loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.
Writer/s: GABRIEL, PETER / BANKS, ANTHONY / COLLINS, PHIL / HACKETT, STEVEN / RUTHERFORD, MICHAEL