The Shore that's Feared by Death

My home is not of brick and stone Nor has it laid foundations on The filthy soil of earth, no mine Is somewhere far beyond the sky. It sits upon the clouds of white And floats amidst the open skies. Its walls of gem and gates of gold Do hide a throne, I will behold! Its shores are feared by death and sin And rarely few do e’er get in But still amidst those few ones rare, I long to enter, be the heir To peace and love, instead of fame, Or coins of gold to be my aim. I’d rather have my King alone Than have a love, sham, of my own. Oh yes, my home is feared by sin, And feared by death, and all within Shall reign with Him forevermore, I hope to meet you at that shore!