THE PORTALS OF HEAVEN
Oh to see the Portals of Heaven,
and my sweet Saviour standing there.
My heart longs to be with Him
In the land so bright and fare.
I hear Your voice inside my heart,
Calling out to me.
Come my child,
to the land so rich and free!
We walk along those golden streets,
Just my Lord and I,
His presence leaves me breathless,
As I watch Him passing by.
He smiles at me as we stroll along,
The Chrystle Sea so green,
I follow close beside Him,
Such beauty I have never seen!
But no one compares to My precious Lord,
whose nail scarred hands I see,
I fall upon my knees at last,
Giving praise for what He's done for me!
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Mary Ann Trott
May 24, 2009
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