Sunday musical offering

O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,
They tell me of a home far away;
And they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,
They tell me of a land far away,
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.

O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

O they tell me of the King in His beauty there,
And they tell me that my eyes shall behold
Where He sits on a throne that is bright as the sun
In that city that is made of gold.

O the land of cloudless days,
O the land of an unclouded sky;
O they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O they tell me of an unclouded day.

2 Responses to Sunday musical offering

  1. egorr says:

    Beautiful!

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