Poetry

I believe there is a place called Zion
that was prepared by Jesus, who is my Lord and my God.
where joy and happiness does without end go on
and through the trials and tribulations I will go dry-shod
 
and even if other people do think it odd
He has changed my heart that was as cold as stone
and even if I am laid beneath the earthly sod
by His blood for my sins He did atone
 
and I will see His loving face
when the Lord Jesus does come
in a act of amazing grace
from that great Zion to take me home
 
and now a love that is unequal and divine
Jesus has made mine.