Where lilacs forever bloom,
And streams run clear and free
Splashing over smooth stones
Lord, there I long to be.



Where fluttering butterflies
Dance in the breeze
And all God’s Creatures
Bend humbly to their knees.



Where winds sing songs of Praise
Old songs from distant times.
And saints from distant days
Sing harmony sublime.



Where streets are paved with gold
And mansions grace the hills
And Angels who foretold
His coming get the thrill


Of bowing on bended knee
Before the King of Kings.
Oh what a Heaven Scent
The smell of lilacs brings.



Where lilacs bloom forever,
Lord, there I want to be.
When You Return In All Your Glory,
Please, Lord, remember me.

Karen
2005 July 30
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~Revelation 20~

The street of the city was pure
gold, as it were transparent glass.
the city had no need of the sun,
neither of the moon, to shine in
it. The glory of God did
lighten it, and the Lamb IS the
light.

 

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