The Prize
Oh how I love to hear you speak of heaven
How I love to hear you say
How it'll be when we're called up yonder
Into eternal day
Oh how I love to hear the songs of Zion
How I love to hear you sing
Of that city coming down from heaven
Of wedding bells soon to ring
Oh to hear the wonders that He'll do
And the mercy that He gives
But how meaningless it will be
If what you know you do not live
For the path is straight and narrow
The way is held up high
To reach that holy city
To Christ you must draw nigh
The is a temple to be built
A work that must be done
We cannot sit idle
While there is a race for us to run
And when we reach that mark
It's out Father's face we'll see
For it's the prize of the high calling
To reign with Him through eternity
Copyright © Crystal Keehn | Year Posted 2015
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