Golden skies beyond the veil,
where angel songs on breezes sail,
a place untouched by time or tears,
where peace has reigned a million years.
The streets are paved with sacred light,
no sun, no moon—God is the bright.
Each breath is filled with endless grace,
as saints behold the Savior’s face.
The throne of God, so high, so pure,
a love that heals, a light that cures.
The elders bow, the angels sing,
all praise to Christ, the Risen King.
No sorrow there, no pain remains,
just joy that flows through holy veins.
A crown of life, a robe so white,
we’ll dance beneath the Tree of Life.
Heaven’s glory—radiant, wide,
where all God’s children shall abide.
A promise kept, a perfect story…
our final home—eternal glory.
©heavenecho
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