cloud of witnesses

we watched them runnin' down the aisles, children's time, sunday morning. the preacher asked them who they loved, they all smiled and started pointing to their mom, their dad, the teacher from their kindergarten class;, and each and every one, had just come from, a cloud of witnesses, that would see them through the years, cheer them with a smile, and pray them through the tears, a cloud of witnesses that would see them to the end, and shower them with love that never ends, a cloud of witnesses. they stuck together through the years, the best of friends faith could foster, so when they found out one of them, had heard the news, he'd lost his father, they ran to him, and prayed and put their hands upon his head, and slowly one by one, they'd all become, a cloud of witnesses, as they sent above a prayer, they took a hold of hands and, circled 'round a friend, a cloud of witnesses with a faith just like a rock, they helped him give his father back to god, as a cloud of witnesses, so when it comes the time, that heaven calls, they'll come running to see the ones who've gone before, and made the journey home to find waiting for them at the finish line, cheerin happily they will run, and they will see, a could of witnesses, lined up on a street of gold, as they run the final mile. that leads them to a throne. and through the cloud of witnesses, they see god upon the throne. and as they fall into his arms, they know they're home in, a cloud of witnesses, surrounded by a could of witnesses. we watched them runnin down the aisles, children's time, sunday morning.