My Dear Friend

Friend we might be old, our hair is gray
But Father does not cast away.
He's chosen you, He's chosen me,
To live with Him eternally.

He knows our aches, He knows our pain.
But when He dear friend, returns again
We'll find release, He'll set us free
Each will receive a new body.

We'll stand in white as part of bride,
Whilst Christ the groom is at our side.
Singing the songs of victory
That He won for us at Calvary.