What A Beautiful Day


As I wake up with the morning,
Of each day that passes by,
And I listen to the sound upon my ears,
I can't help but keep a watch
Out toward the Eastern sky, .
And I wonder if the Trumpets
Will be the next sound that I hear.

CHORUS
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again;
What a beautiful day
For Him to take His children Home
How I long to see His face
And to touch His nail-scarred hands.
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again.

Califonia's almost ready now
To sink beneath the sea;
We're waiting for the final earthquake,
It will soon be;
For He told us in the Thunders,
How the dead in Christ Shall rise;
And we'll be changed in a moment;
And we'll meet Him in the skies.

CHORUS
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again;
What a beautiful day
For Him to take His children Home
How I long to see His face
And to touch His nail-scarred hands.
What a beautiful day
For the Lord to come again.