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The Kingdom of God


Oh, how we long to be

In the Holy City...


Away from this world, so evil;

Everywhere we turn, there is trouble;

And many are losing hope;

This is not our true home.


Up in the Kingdom of God

Is where we belong;

We shall sing songs

Of praises to Him and His Son.


No more complaints to be made;

Tears to be wiped away;

An end will come to our worries;

Genuine peace for eternity.


But until that great day comes,

We must endure these problems

That threaten to do harm to us,

Though we remain diligent.


Diligent in our services

To the Father in heaven;

For in Him we seek our happiness,

We rely fully on Him.


We know in our hearts

That we can make it through;

For from Him we do not depart;

He will be there to see us through.


And the Holy Land awaits us

Who persevere and remain strong,

Until the very end

When we shall at least meet Him.

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