My Dream Vacation
All do long for short reprieve
From labor harsh that burdens them.
Some dream of beaches, vast and wide,
Some dream of forests, dense, to hide.
Where do I desire mine own?
I fear that few may understand -
I dream of streets that shine so bright
Laid o'er with gold, oh what a sight!
I dream of gates that each are pearls
Whose pure white sheen my eyes will see -
I dream of mansions, countless there
Each one designed in perfect flair.
This place will not need sun or moon
To light the paths of visitors,
Why? The light that fills this place
Comes straightly from the lamb, His face.
Oh by the way, when I do leave
My rest will not be short and done.
My rest will be forevermore
To spend upon that golden shore!
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