Think about the innocence
That the cold and the homeless,
Weak and the lonely,
Corruption in the government.
Well things won't get better,
Someone once told me.
I've got my feet on solid ground,
I know the answer, I've got the meaning.

When we all hear the trumpet's sound,
Well, we'll be with Jesus,
And we'll be singing
When we get to heaven,
No more sickness, no more dying.
When we get to heaven,
Jesus will wipe away the tears we've been crying,

Think about the things we see.
Yeah, the sin that is growing,
The hate and the misery.
The only thing that can set us free,
Is the love of Jesus.
We'll claim the victory.