No more night....

On August 11th another soldier went home. Paul Grabill was born the same year I was. When we were teenagers we were sometimes in the same circle in the Pennsylvania-Delaware District, back then called the Eastern District of the Assemblies of God.

Teen Talent was a competition to showcase our sometimes under-developed talent, not Paul's. He was a great pianist even then. The Eastern District Youth Chorale was a choir that we both traveled in. I have very fond memories of those days. Paul was the red-head at the piano.

He has made it home. When he left he was broken in body, when he arrived, he was made whole. I imagine him tonight conversing with the saints of old. He was a thinker, a conversationalist, and a Christ-follower. Who knows the hour? Maybe we will see him sooner than we think.

Dreaming of heaven tonight.....


Words & music by Walt Harrah


The timeless theme, Earth and Heaven will pass away.
It’s not a dream, God will make all things new that day.
Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell.
Evil is banished to eternal hell.

No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

See all around, now the nations bow down to sing.
The only sound is the praises to Christ, our King.
Slowly the names from the book are read.
I know the King, so there’s no need to dread.

No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

See over there, there’s a mansion, oh, that’s prepared just for me,
Where I will live with my savior eternally.

No more night. No more pain.
No more tears. Never crying again.
And praises to the great "I AM."
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

All praises to the great "I AM."
We’re gonna live in the light of the risen Lamb.