ETERNAL HOME

Amidst the lilies and fields of roses

My dear heart it yearns to see,

The light’s reflection and sheer beauty

It’s our precious home I’d rather be.

The trees of fruit they yield forever

No sorrow or no hunger pains;

The rolling hills and sacred valleys

My heart and soul in awe remain.

Precious vine leaves, rows of violets

Ponds so fresh and crystal clear;

Rainbow colours, walls of fountains

Gems and hues so very dear.

The Father’s everlasting presence

Fills my soul with pure joy…

His full provision, never-ending

Eternal promises to enjoy.

(C) P.B. 2012

“Eye has not seen nor ear heard nor has entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9