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Laid to rest The burdens of battle and time run their course and he falls In the charge of the angels Through the veil over Jordan and home Rise up and meet your Father Joyous at the return of His son And the world and its troubles mean nothing Only comfort and rest in His arms What was left A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he'd yet to see How sweet now his rest Clothed in splendor and joy in the presence of God how he sings Rise up and meet your Father Joyous at the return of His son And the world and its troubles mean nothing Only comfort and rest in His arms I long to see your face I long to be at rest I long to end this war I long for you to take me home From Letras Mania