City of the Son

Written by: Lori Lucas McClure

                         There is a hiding place from all life’s woes
                   A city, where the weary and heavy laden may go.
                    A resting place where from the world, I am free.
                A sanctuary of grace that welcomes all inside its gate.
                        A place where time must yield to eternal day, 
                          and all sorrow and tears are wiped away.
                       A city where streams of blessings flow and no 
                            pain,  or heartache shall we ever know.
                          Sweet solace for the soul; how I long to go!
                       The gates of the city stand open night and day
                        refuge for everyone; life eternal in the city of the Son!