Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Eternal Nights and Days

Evermore on heaven’s shore
Tryin’ to make it onto land.
Been out on those waters,
Rockin’ and rollin’ in the waves;
Gotta get to that land of promise
Where life is clean and pure;
No tarnishing from that manure:
The dung over earth spread wide.
That land of promise is sweet;
Got neither cold nor heat.
Mild and easy as a breeze;
Bugs blown away with ease.
Oh, it’s a beautiful place;
Only one human race
With everybody getting along;
All offering to Him that song
Of thanks and endless praise
For eternal nights and days.

1500 on 24 Feb., 2022

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