Can you visualize streets of pure gold?
Can you hear from a distance the sweet angel tones
Singing the story of old?
If you listen with ears that are opened by faith,
You can hear the pure water that flows
By a throne where the Father communes with His own
And the light of the Lamb softly glows.
If you look through the tears to your homeland,
His voice of assurance you hear;
And you almost feel a soft hand on your cheek;
For He promised to wipe every tear.
Does someone you love live in heaven;
Someone who has gone on before?
Do you dream of that welcome from voices you’ve missed,
In a place where you’ll part nevermore?
If faith cannot show me a heaven…
If His promise I fail to embrace,
Then I never can see it…. I never can go;
For it’s faith that reserves me a place.