Lord thank you for the promise of Heaven
for our body is yet a prison for the soul
a place to where we live
as we learn and discern to be whole.
Heaven is the ultimate time
we will soar and fly
our soul will be set free to
touch the open beauty of the sky.
Mountains will bowe down
to the Array of Your Son
we will gather there , Lord
to fellowship Your work is done.
So let us continue to keep the promise
of a city with no more tears
because You have taken and bottled them
so we feel no more pain or fears.
rhonda ramsey cash
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