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Highway of HopeIsaiah 35:8 And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; … Highway of Hope There is a Holy Highway of splendor For the children of Jesus to enter, Guiding us to living fountains of life And we sing and dance the entire way… Where the angels shine bright like the day. We arrive in a beautiful garden, Blessed garden that brings us to our knees. Heavenly scents float gently on a breeze. Tall trees are blanketed with leaves and love... Holy Spirit moves through them as a dove. Everywhere are flowers of white and gold- Nothing here can ever chance to grow old. And the spiritual clocks ring and chime... In our Father's Place of eternal time. Julie Pisacane © 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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