Streets of Gold

Together we will journey
To that home up in the sky
Where the light does burn eternal
And the soul does never die.

Where the air is filled with music
And a host of angels sing
Where the harps are gently playing
And the golden bells do ring.
Where the peace flows like a river
Ever softly, like a dove
Where the pain is gone forever
In that mansion up above.
Where you’ll see the face of loved ones
Long before us, gone away
What a day of sweet rejoicing
On that grand and glorious day.

©Marilyn Ferguson