Heaven's Joy States
When I die, I will fly
Up to heavens on high,
No more hold of death cold,
I'll walk the streets of gold,
When I'm gone to that dawn,
His light will shine upon,
Troubles end, He will send
His angels to attend,
I will sing of the King,
Eternally praising,
No more tears, no more fears,
Reunion of all dears,
Like a mist, that's the gist
Of human and time tryst,
Like a flower, each hour
Fades, we have no power,
Crossing o'er to that shore
Through heaven's open door,
Soul will be anguish free,
My Saviour will I see,
With arms wide to His side,
He'll welcome me, His bride,
Glory gates, soul awaits
Reaching heaven's joy states.
2nd February 2023
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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