I am going to a city, Where the streets with gold are laid; Where the tree of life is blooming And the roses never fade.
Here they bloom but for a season Soon their beauty is decayed. I am going to a city, Where the roses never fade. Loved ones gone to be with Jesus, In their robes of white arrayed; Now are waiting for my coming, Where the roses never fade.
Posted on December 01, 2015 at 03:22 PM |Permalink