It sits upon the clouds of white
And floats amidst the open skies
Its walls of gems and gates of gold
Do hide a throne, (I will) behold!
Its shores are feared by death and sin
And rarely few do e’er get in
But still amidst those few ones rare,
I long to enter, be the heir
To peace and love, instead of fame,
Or coins of gold to be my aim.
I’d rather have my King alone
Than have a love, sham, of my own.
Oh yes, my home is feared by sin
And feared by death, and all within
Shall reign with Him forevermore,
I hope to meet you at that shore!
~Stenila Simon ✞