Land of the Son
Dream a place where nothing ills
A body new, promised fulfilled
Where aches of yesterday come no more
Where suffering's lost at the front door
Many there that know your name
That left and live not sick or lame
Granted passage by He The Son
A right He birthed for everyone
Never cold and never old
Life unlike as been foretold
In words written upon pages
That dictate love and war that rages
The human soul is deep and pure
Sadly, blinded by life endured
Sometimes by hands that sweep aside
The Son of Man, where answers abide
Search all will to find a place
Where peace is found and life's embraced
Where held precious is more than one
You called to, daughter and son
No clocking in or clocking out
No rushing to and all about
Where Sun He made always does shine
Where you He loves one of a kind
There is peace all seek and so much more
Seek today what is in store
Be still and know the One
Who made Heaven, Land of The Son
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