Posted by ezeani chris on
A FAVORITE PLACE
And though i have
a thousand lives,
I get tired of waiting.
And though my treasures
pile so high,
why then does my heart
resound......
Tell a tale of places,
lamb and lion grazing,
golden mansions waiting,
angels singing night or day.
Someday,
when i make it,
I'll go with my face lit,
I'll meet with the Big Jay.
I'll be singing night or day.
And though i have
a thousand lives......