My place of birth is no longer my home .
How long I’ll live here is unknown .
Like a stranger these paths I roam .
Until my king says my work here is done .
The earth is a beautiful place.
The people here seem very nice.
Some are just visiting like me.
Until we meet our king face to face .
We have a job to do here .
Ambassadors of Christ we are .
We share the good news of our King.
And thanks to Him, death we do not fear.
Our fellowship is sweet.
The truth keeps us going.
The joy of the Lord is our strength.
Until the day in the air we will meet .