Your Reward
I dream of us,
walking hand in hand on the Streets Of Gold.
A place where there is no measure of time.
A place where no one will ever get sick.
A place where no one will ever grow old.
I dream of Your Perfect Face Lord.
Oh how I long to look into Your beautiful eyes.
I can't wait to brush Your long hair.
I can't wait to watch You look at me and smile.
I pray I'll hear You say;
"WELCOME HOME, MY CHILD,
YOU RAN A GOOD RACE!
NOW YOUR REWARD IS BEING HERE WITH ME!
GREAT JOB, MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT,
IN WHOM I AM VERY WELL PLEASED!"
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