A Place We All Dream Of
The Hallowed Home of God, what a wondrous sight;
A city bathed completely, in His Glorious Light.
A host of white-clad Angels, sing on bended knee,
Echoing His praises, throughout eternity.
He sits a marvelous Throne, arrayed in Majesty;
Where He can view forever, a perfect Crystal Sea.
Round that City bright, with streets of purest Gold,
Walls of Jasper sparkle, with precious Gems untold.
There grows a mighty Tree, across a River wide,
Growing through the ages, fruit of Eternal Life.
Surpassing all of this, this place we all dream of,
The tender arms of Jesus, caressing us with Love.
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