Из альбома: Mark Schultz
Watched them running down the aisles
Children's time, Sunday morning
Preacher asks them who they love
They all smiled and started pointing
To their mom, dad, teacher from their kindergarden class
Each and every one, have just become
Cloud of witnesses
That would see them through the years
Cheer them with a smile
Pray them through the tears
Cloud of witnesses
That would see them to the end
Shower them with love that never ends
A cloud of witnesses
Stuck together through the years
Best of friends faith could foster
So When they found out one of them
Heard the news, he lost his father,
They ran to him, prayed and put their hands upon his head
Slowly one by one, have all become
Cloud of witnesses
As they sent above a prayer
Took ahold of hands
Circled round a friend
Cloud of witnesses
With a faith just like a rock
Helped him give his father back to God
As a cloud of witnesses
So when it comes the time
Heaven calls, they'll come running
To see the ones who've gone before
Ran the race, and made the journey home
To find waiting for them at the finish line, cheering happily
They will run, they will see
Cloud of Witnesses
Lined up on a street of gold
As they run the final mile
That leads them to the throne
Cloud of Witnesses
They see God upon the throne
As they fall into His arms they know they're home
In a cloud of witnesses
Surrounded by a cloud of witnesses
Watched them running down the aisles
Children's time, Sunday morning