On the other side the homeless have a mansion of their own.
On the other side the widow no longer walks alone.
On the other side the lame run down
the streets of gold, on the other side.
On the other side the blind man will open up his eyes,
the first thing that he sees, will be the face of Christ,
waiting there with open arms,
to welcome all his children home, on the other side.
On the other side there are no more goodbyes.
Every heart will be unbroken, every tear wiped from our eyes.
No sorrow has no grip there,
and death is left behind, on the other side.
On the other side a mother,
who lost her child at birth will hold
that precious baby and let go of the hurt.
Oh how she's waited for the day, when she will see that little face.
On the other side there are no more goodbyes.
Every heart will be unbroken, every tear wiped from our eyes.
No sorrow has no grip there,
and death is left behind, on the other side.
No more hurting people,
no more guilt and shame, forever we'll be changed.
On the other side there are no more goodbyes.
Every heart will be unbroken, every tear wiped from our eyes.
No sorrow has no grip there, and death is left behind...
On the other side we'll sing a brand new song,
oh and face to face with Jesus, at last we'll all be home.
When grace is written ‘cross the sky, a
nd love is all we have in mind, on the other side.
Oh, on the other side.