I’m settin the pace, waiting for him,
Gonna chase after him, he who was without a trace,
He who is my base, my one and only brace,
Waitin his grace to take me up to that prepared place
We’ll get up there in a haste, to that place with lots of space,
The place I’ll finally get to see him face to face.
I’m getting ready today, just in case.
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