Heaven's Gates
The rockets that glare
upon our nation
show the rejoice of freedom of man,
the home of the free and the brave
where the good Lord waves his hand
let peace rest upon me
flowers at my feet,
guarded from insecurity
my enemies defeated
for the Lord wins in the end
and by heaven's gates I'll wait
when the work is done
in store for me
is more of the glory of God
you Lord stepped upon the soil
you blessed us too and fro,
after the work is over
through heaven's gates we'll go.
Copyright © Shannon Odonnell | Year Posted 2018
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