It’s the life you’ve always wanted, so you
Stifle the still small voice,
The nagging sensation that tells you
This is wrong.
You repeat the lies to convince yourself
That there’s no harm in living this life;
Others would kill to have what I have;
I’ll do right later –
God knows my heart.
But my friend, my sister, my brother,
Let me show you another way
It’s The Way that leads to life
Its steps in this path are rough and filled with thorns,
But the destiny that awaits you at the end of this journey
Is far greater than the riches of this temporary existence.
Our Father tells us about it –
He reminds us every day
Of the abode where streets are like gold,
And only the most precious stones
Are fit enough to be used for construction.
Where we are the art that hangs on His walls,
The beauty that adorns The City
Like a glistening bride, awaiting her Groom.
He holds the keys to this place
And He’s holding them out to you…
Come home