Down here, I struggle with this earthly form;

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.