IT SHALL COME TO PASS.

I am breaking my silence,
Things can not be the same,
Shall all tears not run dry?
And all that hurts and makes afraid,
Fading oblivion just in a moment?
Let your ear be attentive,
For this hope shall not be cut off,
With thousand voices blending in tune,
In adoration to Him who sat on high,
My voice shall join in that everlasting melody,
Shall it not come to pass?
With thousand assemblage of people,
With every culture, tribe and tongue,
Congregating in worship,
To Him who's name is true,
Tis shall be from everlasting to everlasting,
From one new moon to the other,
From one Sabbath to the other,
With ever flowing joy,
Streaming through the everlasting throne,
Cutting across all the new earth,
Where hunger, death and pains,
Envy, strive and hate are bid farewell,
Tis hope has cascaded my soul,
With comfort transcending the love of a mother,
I have been counted,
I have been numbered,
Tis is all grace unmerited,
My soul at last shall feel alright,
In an Eden home free of war,
With every residence in love,
That know no race and colour,
Living in harmony with every creature,
With no beast of the field making afraid,
And ever flowing streams of water,
With lovely creatures of the waters  
Leaping and flipping for joy,
And birds of the trees singing in peace,
Tis is true for His tabernacle,
Now dwells with men,
And all things made new.