When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.
A childlike faith in God,
lies beside the embers of a fire
and has a vision of the suffering Christ.
As he gazes at the vision,
the thorns turn into rays of light,
and he hears a voice telling him that one day he too will be clothed in this glory.
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