I reckon this version of Once In Royal David's City could do with a rather better eschatological finale than some endless cosmic bus queue:
Not in that poor lowly stable,
with the oxen standing round,
we shall see him; but in heaven,
set at God's right hand on high;
when like stars his children crowned,
all in white shall wait around.
Mission Praise has the rather better: "there His children gathered round, / bright like stars, with glory crowned."
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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I've always thought (with a sinking feeling of despair) that it sounds like we'll be playing cricket.
of course we'll be playing cricket. but don't worry, by then you'll enjoy it :)
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