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