Poetry

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Isaiah 35:8 And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; …



Highway of Hope

There is a Holy Highway of splendor

For the children of Jesus to enter,

Guiding us to living fountains of life

And we sing and dance the entire way…

Where the angels shine bright like the day.

We arrive in a beautiful garden,

Blessed garden that brings us to our knees.

Heavenly scents float gently on a breeze.

Tall trees are blanketed with leaves and love

Holy Spirit moves through them as a dove

Everywhere are flowers of white and gold-

Nothing here can ever chance to grow old.

And the spiritual clocks ring and chime...

In our Father’s Place of eternal time.


Julie Pisacane © 2006

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