(I Thessalonians 4:13-18)
I got the call at 2am, it awoke me from my sleep
I didn’t recognize the voice, it was nervous and quite
deep
He said that she was taken fast, she probably never
knew
Maybe he was comforting me, or maybe it was true
The last time that I saw her she was walking out the
door
I didn’t think to hug her, it was just a trip to the
store
Did I say I love you? Did she know it when she died?
When she had her last glance at me, did I look her in
the eye?
Though I don’t see, I still believe
There’s a purpose
You’re the eye of the storm
We fall asleep but we believe
You will wake us
And Your bride will come home
I took her to a restaurant, she spilled her drink on me
In anger I belittled her, I never said I was sorry
And now it’s those memories that haunt me in my sleep
How often we love someone, but we’re just to proud to
speak
Though I don’t see, I still believe
There’s a purpose
You’re the eye of the storm
We fall asleep but we believe
You will wake us
And Your bride will come home
When I was at the funeral
I tried hard not to cry
I didn’t want to grieve like the world
As though the lost had died
She’s my sleeping beauty
For now she’s resting in peace
But one day, Redeemer, Redeemer
You’ll wake her from her sleep
I did alright till I went in her room
I buckled under the load
Tomorrow if the rain stops
we’ll put a cross on the side of the road
God is good all the time
Even when little girls die
