Press On Lyrics

See me Sunday sleeping softly
Flowers draped across my knees
Hear the cries of friends and family
Missing me (missing me)
Press on (press on)
press on
(press on)
press on
(press on)
press on
(press on)
I always thought while I was sleeping
That I could somehow fly away
Run and leap unto the open,
Make my getaway.
Press on
(press on)
(press on)
Press on
(press on)
(press on)
So I fly up into Heaven
Meet my Jesus at the throne
He will welcome the weary
So press on
(Believers press on)
Press on
(Press along)
Life is filled with better music
A breeze that whistles like a song
Let Death sweep down like an eagle
It's not just with our shoes still in
Press on
(press on) believers
I imagine us floating
Further up into the sky
And I know there's a reason
I am not afraid to die
So I fly up into Heaven
Meet my Jesus at the throne
He will Say that I am welcome
So press on
Believers press on
Press on
Press on
Press on
I am not afraid to die
I always thought while I was sleeping
That I could somehow fly away
Run and leap into the open
Make my getaway