My Mansion
When I have fought that final fight,
And my journey on Earth is o’er,
I’ll enter a place of rest
With Jesus whom I adore.
Many mansions are awaiting there,
And one of them I know, is mine.
No home on this Earth can ever compare-
It’s beauty no Sun can outshine.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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