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Friday, August 27, 2010

No More Night

This is a recording that my family did this summer of the song "No More Night." It will be played tomorrow during the memorial service for my Uncle who went to Heaven this past week.


No_More_Night.mp3

Lyrics to No More Night :
Words & music by Walt Harrah

The timeless theme, Earth and Heaven will pass away.
It’s not a dream, God will make all things new that day.
Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell.
Evil is banished to eternal hell.

Chorus: No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

See all around, now the nations bow down to sing.
The only sound is the praises to Christ, our King.
Slowly the names from the book are read.
I know the King, so there’s no need to dread.

Chorus: No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

Bridge:
See over there, there’s a mansion, oh, that’s prepared just for me,
Where I will live with my savior eternally.

Chorus: No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

All praises to the great "I AM."
We’re gonna live in the light of the risen Lamb

4 comments:

laurap said...

Beautiful, precious song. I am so sorry. How wonderful that this song is all Truth. What a day it will be!

We are praying! Love to you all!

Mary said...

So beautiful. Your family's singing has ministered to me SO many times. Thank you.

Unknown said...

Joie, we tried to sing it, with some tears, but we also had the recording to back us, so that helped. It was a beautiful service - so honoring to the Lord and to George. What an incredible guy he was. We missed you, but we knew you were with us in your thought and prayer.

Unknown said...

Joie, I'm so sorry. What a blessing the gift of song is ... I have a memory of sitting with you on the couch in the student center one night in high school. I was having an awful day, and although I don't remember the specific song you sang over me, the memory is precious to me. May Abba comfort your family as you grieve.