Your people, rooted in eternity,
Beyond the physical, visible world can see;
By faith we measure walls and streets and gates,
A heavenly gift to lighten earthly weights.
As time diminishes strength and dims our eyes,
Let zeal, O Lord, enlarge our sight for skies
And earth above, the heavenly city square—
Like birds let us fly up the angels’ stair!
Well said.
Thanks!
You said in 50 what I said in 500 🙂
Poetry is terse.