Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane,
flying without wings,
caught up in the air,
to meet the Lord of Lords,
and the King of Kings.
Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane.
I know why,
but I don't know when,
when I return,
it will be in New Jerusalem.
Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane,
flying without wings,
to meet in the air,
my Lord of Lords,
and King of Kings.
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