Upon Jordan’s banks I stand,
Looking out over it’s rolling tide.
Then, with Jesus firmly holding my hand,
We cross over to the other side!

Ah, when we reach that beautiful shore,
And I inhale the heavenly air,
I'll feel better than I’ve ever felt before!
So, I breathe a thankful prayer!

I see majestic jasper walls,
Towering over streets of purest gold!
‘Tis a City where we never shall die,
In a land where we’ll not even grow old!

I greet loved ones and saints of yore!
They’ve been waiting to shake my hand!
We’ll never be parted any more!
No sad goodbyes are said in that land!

I view sights my mind could only imagine before!
Ah, my wandering days are past!
You see, I just entered my mansion door!
Thank God, I'm home at last!

Robert F. Dotson © 2010
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