The botanical gardens here in the morning,
A brand new day and brand new dawning;
The river of life is but a golden stream,
The beauty of reaching its end to fulfill its dream.
And as the water enters to become the sea,
We wonder just what has been and just what will be;
As if it returns from whence it came to ho home,
The golden sun trickling and leading us all on.
It's majesty and beauty from its beginning to end,
From far distant mountains and from clouds and old friends;
And in all the meaning comes clear as crystal resources,
The answer from everything with God as its source.
We dance not questions too much as the reason or why,
But just accept in our hearts if we have faith we won't die;
For the universe is just starting as most cities are now built,
On the corner stone foundation of Christs sword to the hilt.
And when every nation is seen what's all about,
Without overcast shadows of a world full of doubt;
The pleasant misgiving of life after death,
Is repeated and relived with all who took breath.
But from whence we all came if not or the never-never,
To be all created like God to live on eternally forever;
The one simple statement of the best atmosphere to fear,
Is the river of the life where the dear life's most dear.
Signed,
For one idea
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