The Most Precious Place
My heart desires a precious place;
a field of fresh fragrance.
In this golden garden of grace,
great joy flows in abundance...
Dreams of delight birth a new day;
hope hovers on the hills.
Bright light litters this holy hallway,
love reigns of the throne of thrills.
Angels adore the Ageless King
in echoes that endure...
Saints up above His praises sing;
ever faithful and sure.
I need no other residence
I need no other city.
My home above, my confidence...
O sweet eternity.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2019
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