I've heard it said, my Friend,
All good things must come to an end, 
Here on Earth this is always true, 
Good times do not last,
All too soon they have passed.

Oft' times leaving us sad and blue,
Ah, but I know of a place,
Where by God's Grace,
We Christians will one day go.

'Tis a beautiful Land,
Fashioned by God's Own Hand, 
There crystal waters flow,
In the Sweet By and By,
We'll have no reason to cry.

Time will be no more,
Yes, when we leave this world of sorrow,
On that glad tomorrow,
We shall land safely on Heaven's Shore. 

Robert F. Dotson © 2011
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