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Beyond The Stars
There is a Precious place beyond the stars,
Preciously perfect And permanently Peaceful,
Prepared only for the saints and the saved,
Who on earth their soul to the Savior gave,
just to have a life in full beyond the grave.
A city of eternal peace and rest,
Where every piece is set abreast,
And the mind never a thought of contest.
A land so far beyond the fairy skies,
Where neither exist sorrow nor sigh,
A reason why martyrs are ever willing to die.
Flowers are springing and souls ever singing;
Deep down I could feel the rhyming:
'Hossana, Hosanna to the most high', they ring.
Soon shall I in gladness join the redeemed,
For this life of mine is but heaven's breed,
Just for that home I am ready to bleed!
© Atonuje Efe
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