People talk of Glory
and mansions bright and fair.
about golden streets
and treasures beyond compare.
Loved ones who have gone on
will meet them at the gate.
No sickness, no pain.
Eternity will be great!
When I think of Heaven
It's not riches I see.
It's Jesus, my Savior,
The won who set me free.
When I think of Glory
what I see is Christ's face.
How I long to worship Him
and feel His embrace.
Rayma Silvers
Copyright ©2002 Rayma Silvers
