I've read
of a city,
where the
streets are pure gold.
With wall
of jasper,
and
emeralds so bold.
It's a
city that bellows,
and
rejoices in light.
For this
city of gold,
knows no
night!
It's the
home all joy,
worship
and praise.
Home to
the saints,
and The
Ancient of Days.
It's home
to a Lion,
with the
heart of a Lamb.
Home to
The Son,
Who's
Father's, I AM.
The
faithful and true,
shall
never grow old.
As they
move to the city,
The City
of Gold.
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