Lord of Lords
and King of Kings,
How can I cling
to earthly things.
When far beyond
what man can see,
Awaits the home
designed for me.
Clap your hands
oh wooded hills,
And shout for joy
you whip-poor-wills.
For canyon floors
await the stream,
Of grace and life
and peace it brings.
No one knows
the heart of God,
Save for those
who give Him laud.
As man or beast
or summer rain,
Raise their heads
in glad refrain
To see the Prince
upon His steed,
Who beckons all
that have been freed.
Enter in
no more to roam,
Enter in
to your new home.
copyright 11/8/2014
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