Taranda Greene

If words could describe the longing in my heart for the place prepared for me when I think of heaven´s glory awaiting the redeemed all within me rises up at the thought of what will be

How I long for the new jerusalem just to see my savior´s face all my heart is in jerusalem my home my resting place

I´ve heard that the streets are paved with gold and the light there never fades I´ve heard of treasures to behold that words could not explain and the praise of the saints like an ocean holy is the lamb that was slain

No more crying no more pain every tear will be wiped away all suffering on earth will cease forevermore at peace jerusalem, jerusalem