Michael P. Johnson

Gold Star - 7,370 Points (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Where Streets Are Gold (2) - Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Daily still my heart grows fonder
Within my Saviour’s hand
Looking through the far blue yonder
To what The Lord has planned

Eternity will all dismay
Beyond our Father’s door
Even the hint now on display
Just leaves my soul in awe

What miracles will eyes behold?
What will the morn unfurl?
Where even streets are pure gold
And gates are made of pearl

To see the things no eye has seen
Beauty to blow one’s mind
Witnessing things that’s never been
Before our eyes unwind

Wonders beyond our wildest dreams
Grace beyond all measure
Abundance in deep flowing streams
For those whom Jesus treasure

We’ll drink sweet joy consume delight
Receiving more and more
O Lord my God what marvellous sight
Such wonders lie before

Happiness within Your hand
Excitement overflows
What more, sweet Lord has Heaven planned?
What else can love expose?

Looking higher ever deeper
Miracles everywhere
Oh my God my Lord my Keeper
What more could still You share?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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