from heaven the voice,rejoice
at last, tired of the fast the tabernacle come at a blast the final phases of earth praises is everlasting a rebirth God is with men the end of sin no tears no death gold steps rid the cold of sorrow tomorrow no longer exists no more pain a new era no funerals or paulbearers or earthly tasks for former things have passed no physical pain and strife still i travel that narrow lane with aim for my name to be written in that Lamb's Book of Life
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