Beaches of Golden Sand
When I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home,
With Jesus, who came, the world to redeem;
Oh how the best things of this world grow dim!
When I imagine God’s beaches of golden sand
Along the shiny shore of the smiley glassy sea;
I cannot wait there to go and on my place stand.
Oh what a joyful thought; what an eternal land!
Where down here on earth can I find anything,
To compare with the immortal flowers above;
Which never fade away by day-they feel alright-
As they sing glories to God; for all is light.
Who can show me in this ailing world anything,
Close to the water of life clear as crystal above.
Which never freeze; for there is not any winter—
But flows graciously; inviting me eternity to enter!
My land smells some sweet smell of rare roses,
Angels sing soft songs seasoned with angelic smiles
Every time I think of this land and its unfading roses,
I wonder how fairer my Jesus looks when He smiles.
Oh when I think of my ever sweet promised land
All valuables I have round about me simply fade away.
When I picture the everlasting beaches of golden sand
All the earthly white sand beaches simply fade away.
Oh when I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home;
I feel so lonely in this world, I am so home sick!
I long to go home to sing with angels every week,
Praising God for ever as I eat from the tree of life.
Shouting Alleluia as I drink the water of life.
For there will be no more crying no more dying;
But singing and shouting and praising Jesus our King.
I know it’s possible through the blood of the Lamb.
Copyright © Christopher Mwashinga | Year Posted 2017
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