The Holy City

God's city decends.
His kight shines forth.
I hear His voice
Calling me home.

The doors are open.
I enter in
Through gates of pearl
Onto streets of gold.

There is no temple
For God is there.
There is no night
And the gates never close.

God's throne is there.
The river of life springs forth.
I see my Father there.
He writes His name on my brow.

The tree of life grows on the river banks.
Its fruit is ripe and waiting.
Its leaves heal all my battle wounds.
I have finally come home