How Precious Heaven Must Be Poem by Conley Murray

Heaven is a home in the skies,
where the soul of man never die.

Where the streets are pure gold,
and the soul of man never grow old,

There will never be any cold winter rain,
and there will never be any sickness or pain.

There will be no crime or burdens there,
and there will be unspeakable joy there to share.

On that bright and beautiful shore,
we will praise God for evermore.

OH HOW PRECIOUS THAT WILL BE,
WHEN JESUS FACE WE WILL SEE.