In the City of God there's a temple white,
Clean and pure, open and bright,
Where lanterns burn throughout the night.
But there's no walls
Nor dark to fight.
All see by glory,
God's good Light.
In God's Own Wilderness there's an ancient hill,
Tall and straight, solid and still,
Where desert lands stretch out to fill.
But there's no drought,
Nor time to tell
The age of mountains
Or the height of that hill.
In the Living Water there's a waving sea,
Clear and crisp, wide and deep,
Where life and love swim endlessly.
But there's no width
Nor sandy beach.
The edge of the Water
Endures with the King.
"Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised, In the city of our God, His holy mountain. Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, Is Mount Zion in the far north, The city of the great King. God, in her palaces, Has made Himself known as a stronghold." Psalm 48:1-3
"A voice is calling, 'Clear the way for the LORD in the wilderness; Make smooth in the desert a highway for our God. Let every valley be lifted up, And every mountain and hill be made low; And let the rough ground become a plain, And the rugged terrain a broad valley; Then the glory of the LORD will be revealed, And all flesh will see it together; For the mouth of the LORD has spoken. '" Isaiah 40:3-5
"...but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." John 4:14