Michael P. Johnson
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
What more, sweet Lord has Heaven planned?
What else can love expose?
Looking higher ever deeper
Oh my God my Lord my Keeper
What more could still You share?
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