This Righteous Reign

There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign