[ Featuring The Goldens ]
What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird
Remember her name is recorded
On the pages of God's Holy Word.
Desiring to lower her standard
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teachings
But really they find no mistakes
She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up in the sky.
When He cometh descending from heaven
On the cloud that He writes in His Word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of that great speckled bird.
What a beautiful thought i am thinking
