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Dream of Dreams
When twilight woos me to that enchanted hour
when my eyes grow weary and heavy with sleep
I’ll dream of You, Lord, and a thousand tomorrows
for only in You will my restless soul keep.
In heaven above, I’ll touch grand, pearly gates
I’ll walk hand in Hand upon gold gilded streets
I’ll see pure, sparkling waters at the River of life
flowing forth from the great white throne at Your feet.
I’ll meet every saint in their heavenly state
their glad eyes glowing with kindness and care
and a countenance of love, with all burdens lifted
up high in that haven of heaven, so fair.
But most of all, I’ll see Your face, oh Lord
for none other can compare, on earth or above
then I’ll fall on Your feet, with worship unending
‘til You gather me into Your arms of Love.
Copyright ©
Laura Leiser
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