Let's take a stroll here in this time,
a stroll through Glory Land;
To paint a masterpiece of old,
by brush in Master's Hand.
The background hails of purest blue,
in Heaven's by and by;
No beauty matches close on earth,
to yonder in the sky.
A pathway marked by shining light,
each soul anticipates;
What grandest beauty He'll unveil,
behind those pearly gates.
They're opened now so step inside,
to see all glory there;
To feel no pain, no hurt at all,
nor shed but one more tear.
The blind will see the lame man walk,
first step on purest gold;
Each one of those who've lost a love
will have them there to hold.
Our Lord and King will shed His Light,
with Him we're soon to stand;
That oh so glorious day,
we'll see our Beulah Land!
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
Let's take a stroll here in this time,
a stroll through Glory Land;
To paint a masterpiece of old,
by brush in Master's Hand.
The background hails of purest blue,
in Heaven's by and by;
No beauty matches close on earth,
to yonder in the sky.
A pathway marked by shining light,
each soul anticipates;
What grandest beauty He'll unveil,
behind those pearly gates.
They're opened now so step inside,
to see all glory there;
To feel no pain, no hurt at all,
nor shed but one more tear.
The blind will see the lame man walk,
first step on purest gold;
Each one of those who've lost a love
will have them there to hold.
Our Lord and King will shed His Light,
with Him we're soon to stand;
That oh so glorious day,
we'll see our Beulah Land!
Can you imagine the beauty that awaits us?
