There is a longing deep inside my soul
There is a place my spirit wants to go
It's far away from all these chains that bind
There is a world I long to leave behind
So, I wait and I wait
I wait for the moment when You come for me
And rescue my heart from the pain that it's seen
Troubles are circling all around me
And I can't stop thinking
CHORUS
Just a few more days
I'll be going home
Just a few more hours and
I'll be flying
It could be any minute now
That You take me away
Or maybe just a few more days
A few more days
To you a day is like a thousand years
And only you know when the clouds will clear
So, let me not forget and fall away
Because a thousand years could be today
So, I'll wait and I wait
And I wait for the moment
When you come for me
And rescue my heart from the pain that it's seen
My troubles are circling all around me I've got to remember
To You a day is like a thousand years
And only You know when the clouds will clear
So, let me not forget and fall away
Because a thousand years could be today
by Matthew West / (c) 2005 Word Music, LLC/Westies Music Publishing, admin. by Word Music, LLC (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission. International copyright secured.
Behind the Song:2 Peter 3:8
"I wrote this song after watching the morning news one
day. Alerts of terrorist attacks, the death toll rising in Iraq,
a child kidnapped, a husband suspected of murdering his
pregnant wife; I was overwhelmed by what felt like
countless tragedies in the world. I turned the television off
and opened my Bible. What I found was that God’s sense
of time is much different than ours. To Him, a day is like
a thousand years and a thousand years is like a day.
There it was, right on the page, as big as a billboard in
Times Square. I didn’t see just words on the page, I saw
HOPE. I saw my future, I saw forever.
When the world around me is just too much for me to
take, and I find myself longing for Heaven and an eternity
of peace, I can look to the sky and see hope, and I know
that this world is temporary. When I’m feeling like a child
in the back of Dad’s station wagon asking, “Are we there
yet?” My Father whispers back, “It could be just a few
more days…”" - Matthew West