The High Life
Living with the King of Kings as a king
forgiving all your sins
making you His next of kin
nothing is more blissful
than been drawn from the high way
to the high life.
Walking on streets of gold
forgetting the things of old
all my wealth i sold
for guidance to the high way to be told.
Grace springing like a horizon
love snowing in every season
favor shining without a reason
the high way to the high life
is more glorious than the
highest place of the low life.
Copyright © Israel Eziedo | Year Posted 2010
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