Behold I prepare a
Place for you
(A dream)
Sunrise
ev'ry morning, sunset ev'ry day,
And time on wings of lightning softly slips
away
Like ripples
on the water, or waves upon the sea;
The golden
moments of each day - become eternity.
And
never did I stop to think, nor even begin to know;
The mansions
of our Father are built by men below.
Mansions
made of many bricks, bricks made up of time;
Fashioned by
the hands of men; hands like yours and mine.
I saw this
house I built on earth, this house so very strange;
This house
of black, grey, white and gold
In childlike ways arranged
With
skillful eyes He searched to find
A space this
house to hold.
This mixed
up house I built on earth
Of black,
grey, white and gold.
"I
go", He said, "I go ahead – a place I will prepare;
For I so
long for everyone to find contentment there.
Use well
your time, your time on earth –
Be wise my
friend and know;
The mansions
you will find in heaven
Are built by
men below."
Sunrise
ev'ry morning, sunset ev'ry day,
And time on
wings of lightning still softly slips away.
"A little longer let me stay, for Lord I
long to see
My home: a
mansion of pure white there in eternity.
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