There's a place in the Lord that
is holy,
There's a place in the Lord
that is free,
There's a place where death's
hold is broken,
A place that we have not seen.
There's a place where all mountains
crumble,
There's a place where all valleys
rise,
There's a place where we shall
be like Him,
Where his love can be seen in
our eyes.
There's a people in the Lord
that are Holy,
There's a people in the Lord
that are free,
There's a people in whom death's
hold is broken,
A people the world has not seen.
There's a people whose mountains
have crumbled,
There's a people whose valleys
rise,
There's a people who shall be
like Him,
And you can see God's love in
their eyes.
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Copyright,
Robert Torango <robert.torango@nashville.com>