I've read of a city,
where the streets are pure gold.
With walls of jasper,
and emeralds so bold.
It's a city that bellows,
and rejoices in light.
For this city of gold,
knows no night!
It's the home all joy,
worship and praise.
Home to the saints,
and The Ancient of Days.
It's home to a Lion,
with the heart of a Lamb.
Home to The Son,
Who's Father's, I AM.
The faithful and true,
shall never grow old.
As they move to that city,
The City of Gold.
