Together we will journey To that land up in the sky Where the flame does burn eternal And the soul does never die. Where the harps are gently playing As a host of angels sing Where the road is paved with diamonds And the golden bells do ring. Where the path is set before us Shining brightly as the sun We will see the face of Jesus When our final race is run. Where the peace flows like a river Winding through the streets of gold We will dine with priests and prophets When the key to life, we hold. Where the flame does burn eternal In that sacred Promised Land Where God holds the gift of freedom In the cleft of His right hand. Where we'll see the face of loved ones Long before us, gone away What a day of sweet rejoicing When we meet again someday. Where we'll gather at the river In our home up in the sky Where the peace flows like a fountain And the soul does never die. Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson © 2004
