Jesus’ Castle
In the clouds where silence sings,
Stands a Castle built for Kings.
Not of stone, nor brick, nor sand,
But crafted by the Savior’s hand.
The gates are pearl, the streets are gold,
A timeless realm where none grow old.
Angels soar on wings of grace,
Peace eternal fills the place.
The flowers bloom with endless light,
The stars bow down to kiss the night.
The rivers gleam like crystal glass,
Where saints and souls in glory pass.
I see my grandma smiling there,
Her arms outstretched in joyful prayer.
No more pain, no earthly cries,
Just love beneath those sapphire skies.
The choir sings in perfect tune,
The light reflects like silver moon.
Each note a promise, soft and sweet,
As Jesus walks with shining feet.
He lifts the low, He wipes each tear,
He whispers, “Child, you’re home. You’re here.”
And in that castle, pure and wide,
There’s room for all He calls inside.
So when I dream, I look above,
To Jesus’ Castle filled with love.
A home where mercy always stays—
Forevermore, in endless praise.
©heavenecho
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