I am so often held in awe
Of the created beauty my eyes can see
Quietly to myself I think
How beautiful heaven must be

When I look upon all of creation
All that is made by Gods mighty hand
He has given such beauty here
How must it be in that heavenly land

I think upon the promise given
In the pages of Gods word so true
In my fathers house are many mansions
There I have a home built for you

So it is to this precious promise
That I so faithfully hold
Knowing someday I shall walk in his presence
In a land where the streets are paved with gold