A father kneels and starts to pray (whoa). For the son that he can't save (oh no). He would do anything to take his place. But you know. Sometimes it's hard. To understand mysterious ways (whoa). So the chariot took him home. Now he's running through the streets of gold. He is swimming on the crystal seas. Can't you see?. He will wait there for you and me. A mother kneels and starts to weep (whoa). For the children she won't see (oh no). And she worked every single day. Of the week to care for her young. But on that hospital bed. She waits to die alone. So the chariot takes her home. She is welcomed in the arms of love. And she is seeing all. The beautiful things she dreamed of. And she is waiting to greet all of us. Don't wait too long. Don't wait too long. Today could go wrong. Don't wait too long to know. Will the chariot take you home?. Are we running down the streets of gold?. Are we singing by the crystal seas. You and me?. The gift of love has set you free