“Yes, I’m going to that city, where, where the streets with gold are laid, and all the trees of life is blooming, and, and those roses never, never fade.” Something to look forward to.

“Here they bloom, but for a season, then, well, their beauty is decayed, but I am going to a city, where, where the roses never, never fade. Love ones are gone to be with Jesus, but then, oh their robes of white arrayed, now they’re waiting for my coming, ‘m talking about a city, where the roses never, never fade.” I have made my reservation. How about you?