The place that we call home
Peaceful rest is the eternal promise and endless days of unending bliss. The sun's rays are there to guard us lest former days we begin to miss.
A thousand years are as a day and a day a thousand years. Oh how sweet it is to imagine no more heartache and no more tears.
Present pain is no match and this world's rain cannot compare. What sweet comfort there is in knowing, that His glory we shall share.
Although now we may have sorrow and our hearts within us groan. Our souls are ever looking t'ward the place that we call home.
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