A FLIGHT WITHOUT AN AIRPLANE 

 

This life is like a flower,

Soon it's beauty fades away.

And like a tiny vapor,

I am here for just a day.

I'll be planted in some graveyard,

But thank God, that's not the end.

When Jesus comes that morning,

Then my life will just begin.




A flight without an airplane.

Transportation on silver wings,

Carried home by the Savior.

That's enough, to make me sing.

When Jesus comes that morning,

Like a bird, I'll be gone.

What a wonderful way, to go home.
 

All my things are now in order,

Preparations already made.

Got my ticket at the altar,

That day I knelt to pray.

So now I'm just a waiting,

For the captain to come by.

Then He'll say" Lets go children".

And my soul, will take a flight.






A flight without an airplane.

Transportation, on silver wings,

Carried home by the Savior.

That's enough, to make me sing.

When Jesus comes that morning,

Like a bird, I'll be gone.

What a wonderful way, to go home.



 

Song by the Primitives