Poetry, Rhyme

All I Want

I have heard about a city
Where the streets are paved with gold
And the gates are made of pearls
All this beauty I’ll behold

Where no eye shall e’er be tearful
And no voice shall e’er weep
Where the leaves are for our healing
And the River of Life runs deep

Oh, I long to be in heaven
Not because of all these things
I just long to see His splendor
And His presence never leave

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