Ever I war to control
The evil that rages like a violent storm,
Trying to kill my soul.
But up there in heaven is where the Lord lives;
Perfect, devoid of sin.
Now through the promise of hope that He gives,
I am free of this mortal skin.
The King is returning (it will not be long)
To take me away from this earth.
Then I'll be cleansed of all that is wrong--
The reward of second birth.
When I'm in heaven, I will be transformed;
The old nature will desist.
To God's perfection I will be conformed,
And sin's threat will cease to exist.