DON’T LOOK FOR ME
Look around and you’ll see trouble, you’ll see strife on every hand,
Wards and earthquakes all around us, violence fills our land.
The devil’s like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour,
But God’s getting ready to call His church in the last, final hour….
Don’t look for me, I’ll be busy, walking on streets of gold,
I’ll be sitting by the river of life that’s flowing from God’s throne.
I’ll be talking to the blind man and the cripple, who will tell,
About the day that Jesus came and with one touch they were healed.
I can’t wait to hear the story of the thief who hung beside Him,
How Elisha felt that day when he caught that mantle from Elijah,
And when that trumpet sound and this old world starts spinning
Round and round,
Don’t look for me, no, no, no, don’t look for me,
No, No, No
My treasures are not laid up here in the world of sin and sorrow,
I’ve invested them where thieves can’t steal and they will be eternal.
The Father has prepared a place for me to dwell forever,
So goodbye world I’m leaving here for that land that’s called heaven.
Tag: So when that trumpet sounds and this old world starts spinning round, and round, and round, and round, Don’t look for me, no, no, no, don’t look for me.
Don’t look for me, no, no, no, don’t look for me. No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No.