Someday, dear brother, dear fellow-comrades
We will cross over the finish-line
Weary and limping, bruised and battered
Me on your shoulder, your arm around mine
Someday we will hear ‘well done, faithful servant’
Enter now into your eternal rest
Some day we will praise Him with voices more fervent
Someday in that home, sweet home of the blest
Someday the battles of this wearisome journey
Will simply be miles in a forgotten past
Someday there will be no parting, no sorrow
As we celebrate, all together at last
No tears of farewell, no wounds that need binding
No more defeat or misery
Someday, when we cross over that border
Oh, what a day of all days that will be
Do not grow weary, dear friend in well-doing
For in due season, someday we will reap
We will rejoice someday up in Heaven
While the enemy suffers its losses and weeps
Do not grow weary, lift up one another
We’re in the army of the Lord
Soldier with soldier, brother with brother
Someday, someday we will have our reward
Someday, oh let us keep fighting the good fight
Carry the weak, the weary and worn
Someday, oh maybe it will be tonight
At last we will hear those words ‘well done’
Someday, but for now we stand shoulder to shoulder
The wiles of the devil will not prevail
We are His army with a higher purpose
We fight with love and love never fails
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Janet Martin
10/11/09
Let us not become weary in doing good,
for at the proper time we will reap a
harvest if we do not give up. Gal.6:9
