I'm trying hard not to think you unkind, but Heavenly Father,
If you know my heart, surely you can read my mind.
Good people underneath the sea of grief,
Some get up and walk away, some will find Ultimate Relief.
Home free, eventually,
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Home free, oh, I've got a feeling,
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Out in the corridors, we pray for life;
A mother for her baby, a husband for his wife.
Oh, sometimes the good die young, it's sad but true.
And while we pray for one more heartbeat, the real comfort is with You.
You know, pain has little mercy, and suffering's no respecter of age, of race, or position,
I know every prayer gets answered, but the hardest one to pray is slow to come, "Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done."
Oh let it be.
Home free, eventually.
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Home free, oh I've got a feeling.
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be Home free.
If you know my heart, surely you can read my mind.
Good people underneath the sea of grief,
Some get up and walk away, some will find Ultimate Relief.
Home free, eventually,
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Home free, oh, I've got a feeling,
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Out in the corridors, we pray for life;
A mother for her baby, a husband for his wife.
Oh, sometimes the good die young, it's sad but true.
And while we pray for one more heartbeat, the real comfort is with You.
You know, pain has little mercy, and suffering's no respecter of age, of race, or position,
I know every prayer gets answered, but the hardest one to pray is slow to come, "Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done."
Oh let it be.
Home free, eventually.
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be home free.
Home free, oh I've got a feeling.
At the Ultimate Healing, we will be Home free.