Beyond the veil where angels sing,
Lies Heaven’s sweet and sacred wing.
A land untouched by grief or pain,
Where joy and love forever reign.
The streets are paved in golden light,
No sun or moon—just God's pure sight.
The air is filled with holy praise,
A thousand songs in endless days.
The gates of pearl stand open wide,
With saints and angels side by side.
No sorrow lives, no teardrop falls,
Inside those shining crystal walls.
A river flows from Heaven’s throne,
Through fields where grace and peace have grown.
The Tree of Life stands strong and fair,
Its healing leaves perfume the air.
Each soul is robed in garments white,
Transformed by mercy’s holy light.
No darkness dares to cast its shade,
For every debt by Christ was paid.
So when the storms of earth arise,
Lift up your heart and fix your eyes—
On Heaven's home, your promised road,
And rest in God's sweet, sure abode.
©heavenecho
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