We are not in Heaven yet, but we can almost see the Gate and smell the sweet aroma of freedom! TR Johny Cash said it/sung it best: By the way the land is laying From the prophets I've been hearing By the turn the tide is taking When we get there we're all hoping But we are there in Spirit! Our hearts are steadfast, our minds made up, our choice of Christ is on record! No turning back or looking back! Let Christ receive his bride, his reward! Let the eternal festivities begin! May those who refused Him hear the praises and worship of Heaven and Earth for all eternity! TR
I think I'd be safe in saying
That over the next hill we'll be home
It's a straight and narrow highway
No detours and no byways
And over the next hill we'll be home
I would say the end is nearing
For I see familiar landmarks all along
By the dreams that I've been dreaming
There will come a great redeeming
And over the next hill we'll be home
I would say there's no mistaking
That over the next hill we'll be home
There's a place that we are nearing
That so many have been fearing
And over the next hill we'll be home
That we'll find the gate is open
And there'll be a refuge from the coming storm
For the way's been long and weary
But at last the end is nearing
And over the next hill we'll be home
