Heaven
As we journey through life
Often troubled by cares,
We must keep our eyes on
Our destination, awaiting ever there.
That beautiful city,
Shining brighter than the sun,
Will be ours to enjoy forever,
When our race has been won.
Hold on to God’s hand,
And with patience run the race.
If we endure to the end
We’ll enter that beautiful place.
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