UNDER CONSTRUCTION - PLEASE BE PATIENT
The tree of life may fill
My mansion may be on a hill
But my joy not complete still
Oh to stand on the glassy sea
Surrounded by all the saints in glee
Countless angels also with me
My joy will still not complete be
The river of life I can swim
Joys to fill my heart to the brim
But every joy and pleasure is interim
For all my desire is God and only Him
Only Satisfaction
The streets of gold may thrillThe tree of life may fill
My mansion may be on a hill
But my joy not complete still
Oh to stand on the glassy sea
Surrounded by all the saints in glee
Countless angels also with me
My joy will still not complete be
The river of life I can swim
Joys to fill my heart to the brim
But every joy and pleasure is interim
For all my desire is God and only Him