In the quiet garden of Heaven,
one day I’ll walk beneath the trees
with the coolness of God’s Spirit
flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze.
In the royal kingdom of priests,
I’ll run barefoot on streets of soft gold,
overwhelmed by the perfection of peace,
following where angels had previously strolled.
Before the awesome throne room,
I’ll exude continual heartfelt praise
as part of God’s familial host
safe and secure in everlasting days.
Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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