by daisyc40 » Thu May 19, 2011 3:47 am
I've heard many stories, how Heavens gonna be. When we all gather round Gods great thrown. When burdens seem many, and my friends seem so few. I get a longing to see my brand new home.
What ever is waiting will be worth all my trials. I've endured as I've travel down here. I'll see the face of my Savior and rest from my labors in a land free from heartaches and fear.
The walls are made of jasper Oh that street of purest gold. And the cool river flows gently by. I'll see all the profits and saints there of old in a land where no one will ever die.
I've heard many stories, how Heavens gonna be. When we all gather round Gods great thrown. When burdens seem many, and my friends seem so few. I get a longing to see my brand new home.
What ever is waiting will be worth all my trials. I've endured as I've travel down here. I'll see the face of my Savior and rest from my labors in a land free from heartaches and fear.
The walls are made of jasper Oh that street of purest gold. And the cool river flows gently by. I'll see all the profits and saints there of old in a land where no one will ever die.
