There's no need to pack a bag
Within me is my carry-on
I've entered the appointed hour
All my tears, dried and gone.
Journeying under the pilgrim moon
Singing unto a new land soon.
The Truth shall lead me all the way
My soul rejoicing all the day.
Arriving where I need to be
By the pure waters flowing free
And in the midst, the Tree of Life
Gently calling out to me.
The Word has formed a nation
Prepared for celebration.
Gladness completely fills my heart
As I reach my destination.
Revelation 22:14 Blessed are they that do his commandments,
that they may have right to the
tree of life, and may enter
in through the gates into the city.
