First Sunday

Twelve years old, just seems so young to go
Doctors did, all that they could you know
But cancer takes another life again
Forty-eight, the wrong place - wrong time
He left all, a couple of kids and wife
That stop light changed so fast he could not brake
Both of them are in a better place
And it's

Their first Sunday in Heaven
Up where angels sing
All saints gathering
Where there's no more pain
No suffering
And they worship at the feet
of Christ Our King
How great that would be
To see Him in His glory
To listen as He speaks
The first Sunday in Heaven

Ninety-two, and such a great man of faith
He lived full, reflecting Christ everyday
All who knew him he led to heaven's gates
No matter if you were twelve or forty-eight
And it's

His first Sunday in Heaven
Up where angels sing
All saints gathering
Where there's no more pain
No suffering
And they worship at the feet
of Christ Our King
How great that would be
To see Him in His glory
To listen as He speaks
The first Sunday in Heaven

I don't know how God picks a few
A rose to bud but does not bloom
The simple frailty of life
Has opened up my eyes
To see that now there is a hope
Of joining those who've gone before
Yes I will see...
How I will join with them and angels as they sing

My first Sunday in Heaven
Up where angels sing
With all saints gathering
Where there's no more pain
No suffering
And I will worship at the feet of Christ my King
How great that will be
To behold Him in His glory
To listen as He speaks

Singing
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah