Heaven...
Up yonder, above, where golden streets lie,
Such beauty and splendor beyond human eye...
To think that God loves me and sent Christ to die,
To think... Oh the beauty of Heaven on high!
No thorns to oppress the dear ones and me,
Only songs of deliverance, through Christ on the tree.
Oh, such singing, such gladness, such joy, and such glee...
Christ paid the ransom for you and for me!
To think of the singing, the gladness, the glee,
When our dear Savior in Heaven we see...
Won't it be glorious to sit down and be,
Face to face... My dear Savior and me?!
Written by my friend, Sara Workman. Used by permission
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